Falling for Your Fake Fiancé (Love Clichés, #3)

by Emma St. Clair

Oh, no you don’t, Apollo. I’ve seen 101 Dalmatians. And I am not about to be set up by a dog. Nuh-uh. Stick to planning which tree to water next, buddy. Because you are not playing matchmaker with me and your donkey’s butt of a human.

But I believe the fabric of a person can be known by their stitching. That is, the small parts helping to make up the whole quilt.

And is it so wrong that it feels so right when Delilah gives me a hard time? I could listen to her insult me all day long.

“Come live with me, and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove of golden sands, and crystal brooks, with silken lines, and silver hooks.”

If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, the way to a woman’s heart is through her Pinterest boards.

That’s right. Suspect away. I DID figure out all your favorite things so I could win you over. Yep.

“Sweet dreams, my Southern belle. This could be real, anytime you want it to be. Just say the word.”

“I’ll make every meal for you if you want. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I don’t need to go to work. I’ll just stay here and be yours.”

I’m going to keep pushing her, keep pursuing her, and keep spoiling her until Delilah stops thinking that she doesn’t deserve every single thing I want to give her.

“Delilah, I know I’m a mess. I’m not the best man. I’m not what you probably envisioned in a husband. I know I drive you crazy sometimes. But I want to spend the rest of my life figuring out how to be a man who deserves you, even if I’m doing so one mistake at a time.”