Taking Summer by Emily Bishop
“You want me to marry you?”
That wasn’t a question I expected from Mr. Chiseled Jaw.
I was there to investigate a lead, not to get wet every time I looked at him.
How would I even start this story?
Hmm, let’s see…
“Rich cowboy with abs of steel takes me and makes me his?”
Not the most professional way to begin.
“No, honest, I can stay emotionally unattached and do my job.”
…says no woman ever. I should’ve known better.
I was doing just fine controlling myself, until he miraculously showed up and rescued me from near-death.
My p@nties almost flew off of their own volition!
It’s the next part I wasn’t prepared for:
“Will you be my fake fiancé?”