Two hearts. One Wedding. Five Days. My name is Allison Jenkins and I need a fiancé for five days. I know how desperate that sounds, because it is. You see, after my college boyfriend and I broke up, he recovered swiftly, and is now—gasp—engaged to someone else. Our group of friends from college are going to Cancún for a five day destination wedding of our mutual friend this spring. All of my friends are bringing their husbands, fiancés, and/or boyfriends. So I’ll be the single girl hanging out at the bar with all of the single aunts drinking margaritas. (Which doesn’t sound too awful, by the way.) The awful part will be watching my ex flaunting his hot, new, younger fiancée in front of me. Basically, I need a plan—stat—so these five days don’t suck. Enter my coworker, Jocko Brewer. Handsome playboy and charmer of the ladies. Number two sales rep in the entire company already—at age twenty-nine. And, surprisingly, the guy I get along with best in the office. Though, I have to admit, he is the definition—most times—of arrogance. If he’s crazy enough to agree to my little Cancún plot and act like we’re engaged, I’d be happy. But there’s just a little teensy-weensy problem that happens when we’re in Cancún. This fiancé role-playing bit? Well, we both start taking it just a wee bit too seriously. Who would have thought that so much could happen in five days?