I’m never going to get married. But I’ll play along and pretend to be a pretty girl’s fake fiancé at a wedding when she springs it on me. If only she knew who I was. Bancroft. Billionaire. Bachelor. The charade was fun while it lasted, but the tables turn on me fast. Turns out I need a fake fiancée for more than just a wedding date. I need a girl who will redeem me to the public and clean up my reputation. Apparently I’m not marketable for my nonprofit and my name tarnishes it. I know just who to call to cash in a favor. The curvy vixen from the wedding who can spin a lie faster than I can bed a model. She and I? We’re in it for the short haul. Or are we?