The first rule of dating is to have an escape plan. Unbound. No relationships. Shuffle here, shove there - and I mean that literally.

And the second, lesser-known rule?

Make sure they don't hire that casual acquaintance as your wedding coordinator. Yeah. It's a long story.

The wedding was supposed to be fake. The only catch was that no one was supposed to know about it. Not even the coordinator. Now she thinks I'm the biggest asshole in the world. They think I'm in love with the woman I'm supposed to marry. He thinks a lot of things, but he doesn't know the truth. She has no idea that she herself will fall in love with me when this is all over.

He has no idea that this little show of ours wasn't so insignificant. He thinks I'm not worth it, that we can't do it again because there's someone else in my life.

But no one else is. It's just her. And from the first time I slept with her, I knew she would be the only woman in my life.