The wedding was going to be a fake. The only catch was nobody could know. Not even my wedding planner. Now the wedding planner thinks Iām the worldās biggest bastard. She thinks Iām in love with the woman Iām supposed to marry. She thinks a lot of things, but she doesnāt know the truth. Sheās got no idea sheās going to fall for me by the time this thing is over. Sheās got no idea our little hookup wasnāt meaninglessānot to me at least. And worst of all? She thinks sheās safe around me. She thinks Iām off the market, that there canāt be a repeat because thereās someone else. But thereās nobody elseājust her. And ever since the first taste, I knew she was all thereād ever be.