Single is my middle name.
I’m married to my job, am secluded in the mountains with my dog and content with how my life is—except for the fact my mother is terminally ill. And her only dying wish is for me to get married.
I want to make her happy, so I make a promise to myself to find someone.
Since I live away from civilization, the only solution I’ve found is to order a bride. If it works out, Mom will get her way, and I’ll finally get a companion who doesn’t beg me for treats before the sun wakes up.
Though being married started off as a façade, the feelings I’m experiencing are real.
I just hope they are for her too.