I fly to the Caribbean to catch a cheating billionaire groom.
Get the proof. Collect $50,000.
Instead, I get body-checked by West Prescott—his interfering best friend.
NHL captain. Billionaire heir. Six-foot-four wall of muscle cutting off my access at every turn.
He doesn’t trust me.
I don’t need him to.
Unfortunately, we need each other.
West is very single. Famously celibate—
which, according to his powerful family,
makes him a rare and endangered species.
They’ve started parading eligible women in front of him like he’s up for auction.
He’s not amused.
I am… opportunistic.
So we strike a deal.
I fake-date him for the week.
He clears a path to the groom.
Strictly strategic. Completely temporary.
Until the shared villa.
The dangerously convincing kisses.
And suddenly the mouth-watering captain and the virgin fixer are very bad at pretending.
Now I’m risking a lot more than a payout.
I’m risking my heart.