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My fiancé is screaming at me in the middle of the party when the man in the suit steps in. “Dance with me,” he murmurs in my ear. It isn’t really a question. It certainly isn’t appropriate—my husband-to-be is standing right there, for God’s sake. But I see it for what it is: a way out of this nightmare. So I say yes. We dance. We talk. Then he offers me a deal. If I was smart, I would’ve run for the hills as soon as I heard it. A fake marriage? Thanks, but no thanks. But my only other option is to marry Malcolm. And I just don’t think I can bear that. So I say yes again. We lay out some ground rules. No sex. No secrets. No falling in love. Well, lucky me, I’m starting to break those one by one. First, I fell into his bed. Then, I fell head over heels for him. And now, I’m hiding a secret—because once he knows what’s happened, everything will change forever. The only problem is, this is the kind of secret that lasts nine months at most. Because when our baby comes… All hell will break loose.