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

by Emma St. Clair

“Love doesn’t hold things over people’s heads until they obey. Love isn’t a puppet master making his wooden son dance.”

If you can’t speak ill of the dead, when can you speak ill of them? Seems like the perfect time to me.

button-down shirt, open at the throat to show off nice collarbones. I’m a total sucker for a good set of clavicles.

Much more well-behaved. Though a well-trained dog means a good man.”

Ehhhh

like holding out a big old cake in front of someone on a low-carb diet. And I’d know. Because Mama insisted I stay carb-free from the moment I started developing curves. As if removing sugar from my diet would keep my A cups from sprouting into C cups. In case you were wondering, it did not.

Bu-bye! I visualize kicking his behind out of my head. But, like playing whack-a-mole, his smirking face keeps popping right back up.

Is this Lizzie McGuire?

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.

First of all, the man has insisted on stocking his kitchen for me. From my favorite snacks (Wheat Thins and Bugles) to those fizzy seltzers in my favorite flavor (pink grapefruit) to the takeout that mysteriously gets delivered at lunch daily, already paid for, including tip.

MARRY HIM FASTER

Mama would take one look at this crowd and come up with a plan to rob them blind. Or be some kind of leech, blackmailing me for cash. Lord knows she’s got a pile of dirt on me that I’d love to stay in the ground.

More reason to warn him

When one of the hot firemen in question walks by, winking, I feel nothing. Not even a tiny flare of nerves. What has Thayden done, ruining me for perfectly good firemen?

“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.”

Abby was up on the tables, slinging lobsters while Zane chased her down. It was a thing of glory.”