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I just agreed to a business proposition by my best friend that will determine the direction of my adult life.Jonah and I have had each other's backs since kindergarten. He's the best friend I've ever had, and we know each other better than we do our own siblings. That's why I'm shocked to learn he doesn't want to take over his family's successful hardware store.He wants to flip a foreclosed mansion in Apple Cart to establish himself as a homebuilder and remodeler, mainly to prove to his parents why he doesn't need the store. Oh, and he wants to bring me on board as the designer.In true Jonah fashion, he takes it a step further by making me "heart swear" (our thing since fourth grade) if we double our money I'll move back to Apple Cart and start my own interior design business.Until now, I'd planned on staying in Auburn and getting a design job. However, I've dreamed of helping make people's personal dreams come true ever since I designed the lodge for Gamer's Paradise.And, more than anything, I want to help Jonah succeed.We're together all the time but never like this. Something about working side by side and sharing our dreams have me viewing him differently.It only complicates things further when I accidentally hit him in the head with a hammer, and he unconsciously kisses me. Of course, the best kiss of my life would come from my best friend while he has a concussion.Maybe it's the kiss, or Jack and Bianca's wedding. Or maybe it's because I'm about to graduate college and start adulting full time. But my mind starts to drift toward thoughts of a future with Jonah.A future where he's more than my best friend.
I'm unemployed, recently divorced, and living with my parents. I have nowhere to go but up.A year ago I was married and living in a wealthy neighborhood in the biggest city in Alabama. That was before my husband left me and I tucked tail and ran home to Mama. Now I'm literally banking my five-year-old daughter's future on my getting hired as a teller at the local credit union.I may not have a college education-at least not completely-but beauty pageants, sorority functions, and Junior League events have taught me how to interview like a pro. Too bad I'm stuck driving my daddy's old Ford with no air-conditioning in the Alabama summer, which is hotter than a jalapeño's armpit.But that's the least of my worries after I play chicken with a chicken truck and wreck Big Red.Between the truck driver's colorful cussing and the sheriff's flirtatious questioning, I'm ready to fly the coop any way I can. That's when Tanner Nash, the biggest prankster in high school, comes out of nowhere and rescues me. He saves me and my interview, winning the role of my new bestie back in Apple Cart.We have more in common than I ever imagined-especially when it comes to wanting to ward off all the matchmakers in Apple Cart County. A little fake romance seems like the perfect solution to both get what we want.
I'm fake engaged to the grumpy guy responsible for making me temporarily homeless.It all started when JoJo's logging crew crashed a pine tree into my house.After several failed attempts at temporary housing, he convinces me to stay in his basement. No-it's not creepy. Or it wasn't until his eighty-year-old grandpa woke me up the next morning.JoJo's explanation to Grandpa Joe for the random woman in their basement?I'm his fiancée!Really? Yep.Why? Because Grandpa refuses to sign over the family forestry business until JoJo gets married.Still, how hard can it be to fake off an old man who rarely leaves the house?Pretty hard when you live in a small town . . . and Grandpa reminds you to wear your engagement ring every time you go out.Oh, and then he announces in church that JoJo and I got married!As I'm patiently waiting for my house to be deemed livable, I'm busy faking feelings for my fake fiancé/husband to sell the ultimate lie.Except the more we're forced together, the less I have to fake my feelings.Do I fess up that I'm falling in love with the man I fake married?
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