He’s my neighbor from hell.
Rude. Conceited. Total caveman.
He needs a fake bride to help him keep his little girl.
So what do I say when he utters four lovely words: Will you marry me?
I inherited my grandmother’s cabin.
Now, I live down the road from a sexy single dad.
But, he made it abundantly clear he doesn’t want me around.
Now, he has the nerve to ask me to become his fake wife!
I have so many questions for him rumbling in my head…