Claiming His Fake Fiancée. Escape to Haven County, #22

He needed a fake fiancée. He forgot to mention he wanted the real thing. PetraStone has been my mysterious billionaire boss for eight years, mostly by text message, video call, and ridiculously generous errand money. Then he summons me to his secretive seaside estate in Haven County for the Fourth of July and casually reminds me that I'm supposed to be his fiancée. Fake fiancée. Technically. Except now I have to meet his friends, act like I belong in his gorgeous house, and pretend I'm not wildly distracted by how good he looks in jeans.
I brought my cat, my foul-mouthed macaw, and absolutely no plan for what to do if one pretend kiss starts feeling dangerously real. StonePetra was never supposed to stay in California forever. I told myself I was giving her space, letting her live her life, keeping my hands off the pretty young assistant who made me laugh harder than anyone else ever had. I may have been lying to myself for eight years.
Now she's finally here-in my house, in my arms, wearing my claim in every way that matters but one. The fake engagement was supposed to make my life easier. Instead, it gave me the perfect excuse to show Petra exactly where she belongs. With me. Permanently.