I hired a fake boyfriend for a Fourth of July party to face my ex—but what he did next shocked everyone and changed everything

out of his car.

He was too handsome.

That was my first ridiculous thought.

Not kind-looking. Not safe-looking. Handsome.

He was too handsome.

Tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, with sunglasses pushed into his hair and a white shirt rolled neatly at the sleeves. He moved like the walkway belonged under his feet.

I stood on my porch in my blue sundress, continue reading …