Imagine this. You're ready to leave after a one-night stand, and you're figuring out how to—shock horror—leave your number and ask him to be your fake boyfriend for your sister's wedding this weekend. When he wakes up.



Well, that happened to me. And over coffee and omelets, I found myself a date.



Which was how I ended up arriving at the wedding with a guy I knew nothing about. I didn't know his last name, or how we met, or how long we'd been dating. I didn't know where he grew up, what he'd majored in in college, or how many siblings he had. I sure as hell didn't know he was Adam Winters, hotshot hockey player—and not only my father's favorite player, but my little nephew's freakin' idol. Which means I'm in trouble. Big, big trouble.



My mother is suspicious, my sister is bridezilla on crack, and my grandpa will tell anyone who'll listen about his time in Amsterdam's Red Light District.



Four days. I have to keep this up for four days, and then Adam and I can return to our regular lives, where we don't have sex whenever we're alone and my family isn't interrogating him over his intentions with me.



At least, that's the plan. And we all know what happens to those.



Contains mature themes.