A honeymoon in Italy and I’m the pretend bride?
How can I say no?
Luke just dumped his conniving fiancé and needs a shoulder to cry on.
I’ll always be there for him.
Problem is, I want him. I’ve always wanted him.
Then I see the king-sized bed.
And Luke starts pulling out all the plays.
His kisses are far more real than the ones I’ve imagined.
And the more we pretend, the more real it feels.
But come the end of the week, will our make-believe honeymoon be the end of a lifelong friendship?
Or the beginning of something much more?
