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“You’re going to fall in love, Jack.”

I stare at her. “With… who, exactly?”

“We’ll get to that.”

“No, no, no. Let’s pause there. Are you telling me your master plan to fix my image is to make me fall in love?”

She tilts her head. “Pretend to fall in love. But if it becomes real, even better.”

I groan. “I’m not going to shack up with someone just to please the internet.”

“You might want to reconsider. You’ve been dropped from three movies. That Oscar bait you’re clinging to by a thread? The studio is livid. Only reason you’re still attached is because the director refuses to recast. He can’t see anyone else in the role.”

“Because I’m good.”

“Because you were good. Now you’re a liability.”

“That’s dramatic, and ouch.”

Nova lifts a brow. “Frank Howard pulled out of the project because you were sleeping with his wife.”

“I didn’t know she was his wife! She didn’t exactly lead with a wedding ring.”

“And now here we are.”

I scrub a hand down my face. “Even if I agreed to this—and I’m not saying I do—where would I even find a woman to fake a relationship with?”

Nova’s eyes sparkle, and that’s when I know I’m truly screwed.

“Look, if you think I’m going to get with any of the girls on my roster, you must be joking, Nova. I won’t do that, not even for you.”

“You see, you say that like you’ve got a little bit of respect for me,” she scowls. “If you did, we wouldn’t be here.” She jabs a manicured finger on the desk. “And why do you get with these girls if you know you can’t be in long-term relationships with them?”

“You just answered the question.” This line of conversation is already boring. Long-term relationships aren’t for me. Nova knows that. She just keeps hammering on it in hopes that I’ll break. Not happening, ma’am.

“Don’t worry,” Nova sighs. “I already found someone. Hired her this morning.”

My jaw drops. “You hired her?”

“She’s not an actress. Or famous. No connection to the industry at all. We wanted to keep this low profile. More believable.”

I blink. “So… you what? Found a fan who’d marry me for free tickets?”

Nova looks far too pleased with herself. “Free tickets? You wish! We’re paying her a huge sum of money to find you a real connection.”

“Is this a joke?”

“She’s a florist—small town. Clean image. Some viral attention as a local matchmaker. One of the interns stumbled on her account. Turns out she helped her sister end up with a literal prince.”

I stare at her. “This sounds like a Hallmark movie on steroids.”

“It’s perfect.”

“No, it’s insane.”

“Not as insane as you sleeping with a literal married woman!”

“I didn’t know!”