It was supposed to be a favor between neighbors...
When sexy-as-sin Harper Henderson launches profanities into the night sky from the balcony below mine, I intervene. I volunteer to be her date to her ten-year high school reunion. I may be a professional hockey player with a playboy reputation, but I'm also a good guy and I make an exceptional plus-one.
Being Harper's fake date is easy. Pretending not to fall for her when our innocent kisses turn passionate is a little more challenging.
But when Harper returns the fake date favor and accompanies me to my parents' anniversary party, everything changes. She garners my dad's respect and eases the familial pressure I drown under. She makes me crave the things I used to laugh off.
Tangling up with Harper was supposed to be a fun way to pass the summer. So, why does it feel like she's the real prize? The elusive, fleeting kind of real I've avoided for years?
And how can I prove that this playboy wants a different kind of reward? One that sounds a lot like commitment...
