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Series: Willow Creek Valley #4
My marriage started as a lie.
But some lies are worth telling.
My father’s dying wish was to walk me down the aisle, and I’d do anything for him.
Even marry a man I don’t love.
So when my fiancé jilts me only days before the ceremony, I turn to my college friend, Oliver Parkerson, and convince him to marry me.
My family hasn’t met either man, so I’m confident we can pull this off.
But the feelings, our touches, the way my heart beats for him… none of it feels pretend. The way he holds me at night and carries me through loss tells me he’s not acting either.
I didn’t mean to fall for my fake husband, but real love was the one thing I couldn’t predict.
Except, nothing built on lies can last—I know that better than anyone.
But the truth might tear us apart forever.
We head through the next two rooms without talking about exes or weddings. When we get up to the front, a car is there, and my fucking heart stops.
Not beating, just hovering in my chest.
The air leaves my lungs, and I can’t force myself to inhale.
This woman who just exited the driver’s side is absolutely stunning.
She’s an angel, blonde hair flowing around her. I don’t move as I watch her turn and move toward me. Her long legs and slim body make her appear as if she’s floating rather than walking.
The passenger door opens, and I look away for the briefest second and realize the woman who slides from the car next is Devney, which means the angel walking toward me is Maren.
It’s been years since I last saw her, and I don’t remember her being this arresting. She was always pretty, smart, funny, but I never really saw her. Until now.
She smiles as she reaches me, but there is something in her gaze that stops me from speaking. “Hey, Ollie, it’s good to see you.”
I swallow, hoping I remember how to speak. “Yeah. Hey, Maren.”
She looks toward the car where Devney is lingering. My ex lifts her hand to wave, and I return the gesture.
Maren turns back to me. “It’s been a long time.”
Yeah, no shit, and time has been really good to her. “It has. How are you?”
Her gaze goes to the ground before her big, green eyes meet mine. “Well, not so good. I . . . I have a problem, and I think you’re the only one who can help me.”
I blink. “Me?”
I’ll do anything for her. No, wait, she’s getting married—here. In two weeks. What the hell is wrong with me?
“How can I help?” I ask, trying to slip back into business mode.
Maren bites her lower lip before speaking. “I need you to marry me.”
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