My rules as Mr. Fake Date? Weddings only. Kissing has a surcharge. And catching feelings is absolutely forbidden. What could go wrong?
As a professional wedding date, I have strict boundaries.
Feelings make things messy, and I need this side gig because my pay as an active-duty Marine isn't nearly enough to cover my old man's medical bills.
Then my pops shocks me with one of those gut-wrenching "Make me a promise, son" kinda talks, saying he wants me to give up this fake-dating business and find something real.
But then the bookish stunner I've been low-key crushing on for over a year suddenly needs my services.
And even though this gorgeous woman and her beautifully different brain could be the one to make me risk it all, I'll be her perfect fake date ... and then I'll walk away.
Because despite the promise I made to my pops, I won't fall in love with her only to lose her like I've lost everybody else.
I can't.