Just a Favor

I'd long ago stopped believing in fairy tales.

Then a grumpy man with a truck full of dogs pulled over for me in the rain and ruined all my carefully built rules.

I spent years surviving, planning, and making sure nothing caught me off guard. Not storms. Not heartbreak. And definitely not my family's relentless matchmaking. But when one teeny tiny white lie about having a boyfriend spiraled completely out of control, I found myself facing a problem I couldn't spreadsheet, organize, or escape.

Enter Jack Archer.

He's exactly the kind of man I usually avoid—broody, guarded, ridiculously good-looking, and apparently unaware of the effect he has on women. Which is just rude. He was only supposed to help me out one time. Instead, he agreed to be my pretend boyfriend, and suddenly we're spending far too much time together.

Which would be fine if he weren't so annoyingly good at pretending.

The problem? Jack doesn't do anything halfway. Not rescuing stray dogs. Not looking at me like he knows exactly what I'm thinking. And definitely not kissing me like he's forgotten we're supposed to be faking it.

Somewhere between the fake dates, stolen kisses, and the way this maddening man keeps showing up for me without ever asking for anything in return, I'm starting to wonder if I've gotten this whole happily-ever-after thing wrong.

I know fairy tales don't exist.

But Jack Archer is making it awfully hard to remember why I stopped believing in them.