Cooper Grant is not my type. Yes, he's drool-worthy, with that glint in his blue eyes and the jaw-dropping way he fills out his jeans. Yes, other women might fall all over themselves for a glimpse of his slow, crooked smile. I'm not other women.
He hates me. And the feeling is mutual.
In a town as small as ours, it's pretty hard to avoid him...and it's completely impossible once I wake up in a hospital bed to find Cooper pacing the floor of my room.
He's rumpled. He's frantic. And he's swearing I'm his fiancee.
What the hell?
I hate him, but he saved my life. So when he asks me to lie and pretend we're engaged, I have no choice but to play along. One moment we're fighting like usual, the next moment he's kissing me and slipping a gorgeous ring onto my finger. It's enough to give me whiplash… again.
And maybe it's the bump on my head, but it's...