Getting dumped sucks, especially on my wedding day. My fiancé ditched me at the altar and ran off to Thailand, leaving me to pick up the pieces of the life we'd built together.
Lucky for me I've got Carter's shoulder to cry on. Once, we were childhood best friends. Now he's a handsome firefighter who balks at commitment and thinks marriage is nothing but a prison sentence. But he'd do anything for me – even pose as my husband so I'll score a million-dollar estate from my batty grandparents.
The wedding bands we wear are fake. My feelings for him aren't. I try not to fall for him, but the moment I have his hands on me, it's all over.