The man I was supposed to marry is getting married.
And the bastard has invited me to his wedding to rub it in my face.
But I need this. For closure, or so I tell myself.
It’s past time to heal already.
A good-looking Park Ranger with a chip on his shoulder just happens to show up in my life.
And his timing couldn’t be better.
I need some help getting under my ex’s skin. I’ll work on letting go later.
He needs to know what he lost and that I’ve moved on. Forever.
All lies, but the wheels in my head are turning.
If I attend the wedding with a handsome mountain man, my ex’s head will spin.
I just have to convince this new stranger a be my fake fiancé for the weekend.
And then I have to NOT fall in love with the guy.