The day I walked into his garage, I was there to ruin him.
Two hundred thousand dollars that didn't belong to him. One cocky, tattooed biker who called me Billings and dared me to prove it.
I don't trust men like him. Men like him don't want women like me.
Then my mother called. My sister is marrying my ex on Christmas Eve, and the whole family expects me to show up alone.
So I lied. And Rhett Donovan heard every word.
Now the man I'm supposed to be investigating is wearing a collared shirt, charming my grandmother, and kissing me under the mistletoe like he means it.
It's supposed to be pretend. Five days. One room. One bed.
But the closer I get to the truth about the money, the harder it is to protect my heart.
Because what if the only thing he's been faking is me?
Steamy enemies to lovers. Curvy forensic accountant. Cocky alpha biker. Fake relationship. One bed. Christmas wedding. Small town MC. Guaranteed HEA.
