I had no issues going to my cousin’s weeklong destination wedding as a single woman . . . until my mother decided to play hardcore matchmaker with a man I could barely tolerate. The only way to put a crimp in her plans was to, well, find a fake wedding date.
Briggs was that guy – hot, charming, and totally available, and the ruse worked. Especially when Ben had no qualms kissing me and touching me in a very possessive way—in public and in private. It was hard to remember that our “relationship” was all fake.
It was only supposed to be a temporary thing, a diversion tactic to keep my mother out of my personal life. But I couldn’t help but wonder if at the end of the week I’d be able to walk away and still keep my heart and emotions intact.
