Faking with My Cowboy Ex

A Second Chance Fake Engagement Romance

Three years ago, Logan Wilder left me behind to chase rodeo gold.

I stayed. Ran his store. Held his family's brand together with duct tape and caffeine while the whole town watched.

Now he's back. The company's in crisis. And his genius plan to save it?

Fake an engagement. To me.

The ex he never called. The woman who rebuilt everything he walked away from.

One problem: nothing about the way he touches me feels fake.

Not his hand on my back in front of cameras. Not his mouth on my neck behind a locked door. Not the way he says my name like he's been practicing it for three years.

Then someone starts targeting us — surveillance photos, stolen heirlooms, threats delivered inside our own store. Someone close. Someone with access.

Someone who knows exactly where to hit.

Now the lie we built to save a company might be the only real thing either of us has left.

And the secret growing between us? That's not fake either.