The Marriage Mistake

“You should kiss me. So we can practice. Otherwise it’ll be obvious that we’re lying.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ten years of raising my daughter alone taught me exactly what matters. Her. So a paper marriage that secures her inheritance? Easy call. The stranger I married was supposed to be a line item: $350,000, six weeks, one signature, done.

My new wife is an actuary. She calculates everything: the odds of a storm, the risk of a road, the exact probability that a charming widower could ever want the woman her family swore no one would marry.

She's never been more wrong.

Because now she's at my breakfast table, talking my daughter off the ledge of her worst day, in my head every hour I'm supposed to be counting down until she leaves. The contract says convincing in public, strangers in private, divorce papers when the money clears.

My wife is very good at reading fine print. So she should have known better than to leave my heart out of the deal.

The six weeks are almost up. Time to show her the one variable she never priced: me.

A steamy standalone small-town marriage of convenience romance featuring a single dad who falls first, a heroine who calculated everything except love, one meddling matchmaking grandmother, and a guaranteed HEA.