My trip to Mexico for my cousin’s wedding was only supposed to be a few days of obligation and oceanside. I wasn’t expecting Luke. Wasn’t expecting the hot hockey player, with the smirks and the tattoos, who kept bumping into me. And I certainly wasn’t expecting to spend a night on the beach, under the stars, underneath him. It was magical, but I thought it would end there. Instead, we exchanged numbers and stayed in touch. So when Luke invited me to watch him play in Vegas, I went. And it was great. Until we woke up the next morning and found the wedding certificate in my pocket. Turns out that dance party we snuck into was actually a group wedding ceremony. And now we’re married. Which is bad. Because I think our wedding was actually our first date. And if my dad finds out, he’ll cut me out of the family business. So when footage leaks of Luke and me hot and heavy in an elevator, I have to make up a new plan to save my reputation and career. Now, all I need is for Luke Anders to act like he’s madly in love with me. Should be easy. Right?
