Olivia's ex was getting remarried, and she was invited. Naturally, she needed a date—someone who would make her look completely unbothered, effortlessly happy, and, preferably, hotter than ever.
"Jack, be my fake husband for a weekend."
He blinked. "Your what now?"
"It'll just be a little white lie. Nothing crazy. A few photos, a little PDA, just enough to drive my ex insane."
Jack knew he should say no. Pretending to be married was bound to blur the lines even further. But one look at Olivia in that killer black dress, and he was a goner.