At last the charm bracelet comes through, all alone in its small plastic bowl. I finally step through without issue and gather my things on the other side: wallet, phone, belt, keys, briefcase. Another guard holds out a small plastic bowl, I drop the bracelet in, and he runs it through the machine. It beeps again, and I pull a charm bracelet out of the pocket. “Found it,” I tell him, and walk back through the metal detector. I pat the breast pocket of my suit and realize what the problem is. I look down at the wingtips I spent an hour polishing last night. “Could be your shoes,” the guard offers, still speaking in a monotone. I pat my back pockets, but there’s nothing there either nothing in the pockets of my suit jacket. “No,” I say for the second time that morning. “Keys, cell phone, wallet, beepers, watch, jewelry, belt, no weapons in the courthouse,” the guard drones. I go through my pockets again, nerves already jittery, resolutely ignoring the line of people forming behind me. It beeps before my foot hits the floor on the other side. The officer waves me forward, one hand on his belt, and I step through the metal arch again. Best Fake Fiance is a standalone romantic comedy that will make you laugh, cry, and probably fan yourself with your kindle.Daniel and Charlie’s story is coming next Wednesday, and I’m SO excited that I can barely contain myself.īecause patience has never been my strong suit, I wanted to go ahead and give you a sneak peek! Hope you enjoy <3 (And please ignore the typos – they’re getting fixed right this very moment.)Īdd Best Fake Fiance to your Goodreads TBR right here! I want her, I need her in ways I didn't know I could.But there's a lifetime of friendship between us, and falling in love with Charlie could mean risking everything. One shared secret and suddenly, I'm not pretending anymore. Until I can't stop thinking about what she's got on under her coveralls.It takes one kiss.
It's the perfect answer: we fake it for a few months, then go back to our lives.Until we touch, and sparks fly. She's beautiful, vivacious, spontaneous, and she loves my daughter to death. We turned cans of hairspray into flamethrowers. We used to sneak cigarettes behind the bleachers. Time to fake an engagement.Pretending we're a couple will be no big deal.We've been friends for years. I can't imagine life without either.So when my ex springs a custody hearing on me, I find myself telling the judge that I'm engaged to Charlie.The only problem? I'm not. I told a judge I was engaged to my best friend.Now we're faking it.How hard can it be? My life has room for exactly two women: my daughter Rusty and my best friend Charlotte - known to everyone as Charlie.
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