Rule #7

I wasn’t supposed to fall for my fake boyfriend. I failed at that.

Mom’s sick. Desperate to get some sunshine and relaxation, my parents packed up my brother and me and moved us to a small ranch in Montana. I’m not really interested in making friends, not when my time with my mother might be cut short.

That is until Blake shows up. He’s been best friends with my brother since they were kids, and when I first meet him I realize the last thing he is is a kid anymore. If he had a dating profile, it would write itself.

Blake Marshall. Six foot two. Ridiculously good-looking.

And apparently newly single. When Mom hears this, she concocts a plan: I should pretend to be Blake’s girlfriend to make his ex jealous and win her back. As much as I want to say no, I want to make Mom happy, so I agree.

Until feelings start to change, and suddenly the last thing I want to do is be Blake’s fake anything.

I just hope he feels the same, because I’ve come so close to losing Mom that I couldn’t handle another heartbreak.

Some rules are meant to be broken.