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

nowhere else for my embarrassment to go.

“Sorry. Hi. I’m Maggie.”

His expression changed slightly at the second apology.

He held out his hand.

“Daniel.”

Behind me, my youngest daughter yelled that someone had taken her goggles. One of the twins shouted back that goggles were communal property. A towel slid down the stairs like a surrender flag.

He held out continue reading …