Admittedly, my first plan was a little crazy. I had forty days to execute it. Find a fake fiancé, move in with him, and convince the powers-that-be that we’re madly in love. Surely this British girl can sweet-talk a few American officials. Step One: the sexy, wealthy doctor I’ve been chatting up agrees to my plan—with a demand of his own. A baby. An actual ring. A for-real marriage and family. Turns out, there’s someone more bonkers than me. So Step Two: I now have forty days to convince my fake fiancé that we can’t be real. Because there’s no such thing as love at first sight—right?