Just the Tipsy

Fake dating the town's golden boy when we're total opposites is risky. But falling for him is even worse. My new neighbor, Waylon Stryker, is Jepsen's most eligible bachelor—gorgeous, built, and kindhearted. I stick out like an LA-shaped thumb in this small town after inheriting a dilapidated house and a tiny dog. But when I need my ex to back off and he needs his family to stop pressuring him to settle down, Waylon comes up with the perfect solution—a fake relationship. It would have been perfectly transactional if I hadn't drunkenly told him about my spicy bucket list. I prayed he'd forget about it. Instead, he vows to help me check off each task. Turns out the kind veterinarian who lets kittens fall asleep in his shirt pocket has a dirty mouth and sinfully skilled hands. But this has to stay fake, no matter how much we connect outside the bedroom, too. Jepsen—and Waylon—were only ever meant to be temporary. Can someone tell my heart that?