Almost Pretend

I thought my migraines were bad enough. Then I blacked out and fell into his arms. August Marshall. Stone-hearted grump. Insanely rich. Anti-hero. The last man I'd ever marry. Yet here I am, pretending to be this beast to avoid a public frenzy. Here he is, all secrets and smoldering looks. Here we go, fighting not to give in to make-believe...