Who gets married out of convenience? Apparently, I do. My best friend was only supposed to be my fake date to a high-stakes Vegas event. But when my ex showed up with another woman on his arm, my frie…
He’s a hot-headed hockey star. A grump with a broody glare. Hater of playing by the rules. Bigger hater of figure skaters like me. And now, my new fake boyfriend.
He’s a hockey superstar. She’s a hotel maid. When he offers to pay her to wear his jersey to a game, she’s crowned the “Puck Princess.” What could go wrong with fake dating ... aside from everything?
