I'm not a big believer in romance. I'm certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and run off to Reno to get married. But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Too bad it's all a lie. Our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. It's all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome, simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at me... Well, maybe I should've nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper. And I admit, part of me is falling head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? Keep up the charade. Kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show. When my ex finally gets the message a month after our "wedding", he says that he wants me to leave Jack. Start over. I should be happy. Right?