Fair Catch

Fair Catch

It’s easier to hate him than to admit I wish our fake engagement were real.

He calls me the man-eater. I’ve crowned him the H-Town f*ckboy.

Everything about the man gets under my skin and secretly turns me on.

From his seductive stroll to his yoni-stimulating smile.

So when I concoct a plan to take a fake fiancé to my sister’s wedding, I land on his doorstep.

Pretending I considered carrying off this hair-brain plan with anyone other than him.

But I recognize the cage of his pursuit too late.

I ask him to pretend we’re engaged for a month. He quickly agrees in exchange for the request of the eon: wear his engagement ring for six months.

Unspoken desire burns in his eyes after we seal the deal with a life-changing kiss.

Then he declares his plan to claim every part of me—even my heart.

He can’t claim what doesn’t exist.

I’m the runaway bride. The commitment-phobe. The man-eater.

I’m not the forever kind of woman. Not even for a Montgomery.

Yet I agree, praying I don’t break his heart, knowing he might change my soul forever.

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