Faking a romantic relationship with my best friend was supposed to be as easy as escaping into a good book, but I didn’t account for falling for him. Noah’s been my best friend for years. Unlike my boyfriends, he never complains about how much I work or how driven I am to succeed. He’s never suggested I love words more than people. He’s the first person I want to talk to about everything, good or bad, and I’m not going to ruin our friendship by admitting how gorgeous I find him or how often I think about him. But when the only way to save both our careers is to pretend to be dating, I put ambition before the potential risk to our friendship. I’ve always known what I want from life, but I’m suddenly having to ask myself just how much I’m willing to sacrifice to get it.