Fake fiance to the jerk who broke my heart.
Grandma’s dying wish was to give me the family estate.
But not everybody wants me to have it.
I’ve got two weeks to claim what’s mine.
Wasn’t expecting Mr. 6′-2″ and cocky to be my savior.
Jon Rayburn. My first everything.
I left this small town for a reason.
And Jon was one of them.
Now he’s walking around shirtless.
Swinging his big hammer.
Fixing up the house next door.
Well, he better keep that hammer to himself.
I still hate him.
He was the believable choice for a fake engagement.
But aint nothing fake about his kisses.
And his caresses are a little too caring.