From Wall Street Journal Best Selling Author, Willow Winters comes a steamy, small-town romance.
A drunken bet that led to a fake relationship? My naive little heart still hoped it would last...
We were never meant to be together.
Heβs a bartender with noncommittal tendencies.
Iβm looking for ... the opposite. Commitment. Period.
But drinks and a bet led to something it shouldnβt have: a fake relationship. Worse, a first date, a first kiss... and then more.
Heβs addictive and I canβt bring myself to accept the reality.
That itβs all a lie and Iβm fooling myself by thinking he could want more. That I could change him.
Heβs mine for as long as I keep on pretending like this is just for fun.
As if I donβt want more...
Like when he whispers my name, I pretend it doesnβt make my heart flip.
Like when he holds me at night, I pretend I donβt want to lay in his bed every night.
It's just a bet; just a lie . . . until it isn't.