One billionaire, one childhood friend, one bargain. No catching feelings.
Attend a wedding and family reunion together. Act like a couple. Make his straight-laced grandmother believe he’s happily settled for Christmas. Piece of fruitcake.
Nick Frost was once the nerd next door and my best friend. He’s also the first boy I ever kissed. Years later, success has made him filthy rich. It also has him saying bah-humbug to romance. Is this hottie in Armani still the sweet guy at heart who I remember?
Carol Wilder is the free-spirited girl I recall but she didn’t have those luscious curves back when we were kids. The struggling singer/songwriter and devoted cat-mom can’t say no to my offer when we reunite especially if it involves showing up her mean bully of a cousin.
However, our cross-country roadtrip with one grumpy cat leads to unforeseen complications in this bargain. Late-night dancing in diners, hot ‘practice’ kisses, holiday magic and the inevitable ‘only one bed’ at the inn for starters.
We’re still not catching feelings… right?