"Would you marry me?" Sometimes, the end justifies the means. At least, that's what I tell myself when I ask Shane Kelly to be my fake-husband. But he's a little too good at acting. And when your pretend hubby, who is six-foot-four with chocolate eyes and drool-worthy abs earned from long hours working construction—seriously, the man is ripped—wants to immerse himself in his character, well... you don't say no. You say yes. Hell yes. Six weeks—that's all I've got until it's over. Soon, it starts to feel like I've stumbled on something real, but I'm afraid that Shane's still playing pretend. Marriage was never on his radar. Can I convince him to ditch the single life and make an honest woman of me?