The Bluff (Calamity Montana, #2)

by Willa Nash

We couldn’t risk anyone knowing this was all a bluff.

The peace wasn’t in this meadow. It wasn’t the grass or the flowers or the trees. The peace was at Everly’s side.

their pressure to get perfect grades had only turned me bitter about school and destroyed the idea of college.

I’d been lying to myself for far too long. This marriage was as real and important as they came. Along the way, I’d fallen for my wife. I was in love with Everly Christian Huxley.

“Who are you and what have you done with my scowling husband?” He flashed me his breathtaking smile. “My wife told me to work on that scowl.”

“My wife.”

This marriage had begun as a lie. A ruse. A hoax. Turns out, the only people we’d been bluffing were ourselves.