Taking Summer by Emily Bishop

“You want me to marry you?”

This isn’t the question I was expecting from Mr. Chiseled Jaw.
I’m here to investigate a story, not get wet every time I look at him.
And how do I even start this story?
Hmm, let’s see. Rich cowboy with abs of steel takes me and makes me his?
Not the most professional way to begin.
“No, honest, I can stay emotionally unattached and do my job.”
Says no woman ever…
I’m doing an ok job at controlling myself, until he miraculously shows up and rescues me from near death.
My panties almost fly off of their own volition.
It’s the next part I’m not prepared for, when he asks me:
“Will you be my fake fiancé?”