It was a stupid bet—that I could find a date, a real date, to my sisters wedding. Or I was at the mercy of my brothers’ whim.

No problem. I got this.

Except…I don’t.

Until I meet Sawyer Brown. The moment she pulls up to my roadside fruit stand looking for directions, I’m all in.

Then she tells me to go to hell.

Which is just peachy since she just so happens to be the expert the state sent to help my company this summer.

To say that we don’t exactly hit it off is an understatement. As it turns out, I happen to have something...

It was a stupid bet—that I could find a date, a real date, to my sisters wedding. Or I was at the mercy of my brothers’ whim.

No problem. I got this.

Except…I don’t.

Until I meet Sawyer Brown. The moment she pulls up to my roadside fruit stand looking for directions, I’m all in.

Then she tells me to go to hell.

Which is just peachy since she just so happens to be the expert the state sent to help my company this summer.

To say that we don’t exactly hit it off is an understatement. As it turns out, I happen to have something Sawyer desperately needs, and I’m not above using that to leverage her into being my girl—even if it is just for show.

But pretty soon fake dates turn into real ones, keeping secrets turns into baring it all, and our reasons for doing this slowly fade away.

Or so I thought…