Our first kiss was a lie. Our second was a mistake. And the night we spent tangled up in each other? Hot as hell but a complete disaster. Because now Sutton Sinclair-the sharp-tongued troublemaker who left claw marks down my back and a dent in my self-control-is living in my backyard cottage with her teenage daughter. And I'm her goddamn landlord. I like things quiet. Controlled. She's neither. Sutton's chaos wrapped in sunshine, a temptation in scrubs I can't seem to stay away from. When her ex shows up acting like Sutton's still his to lose, I claim her on instinct. The kiss? Hot. The fallout? Immediate. Now my family-and the entire town-thinks we're a couple. Fake dating Sutton wasn't in my playbook, but if being a pro-footballer turned high school coach has taught me anything, it's how to pivot. All I have to do is keep my hands to myself. Then her cottage floods. Now we're sharing a roof...and a bed. The line between real and fake is blurring faster than I can redo the guest
