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Most men probably wouldn’t invent a fake girlfriend to keep their family off their backs. But I’m married to the military, and I’m more than happy with my relationship status—no holiday gift-giving pressure here.
But when I find out my grandmother is traveling cross-country to meet the special lady in my life, I need to find a real fake girlfriend. Fast. One bungled attempt later, I find myself talking to Angie Black. Best friend to my best friend’s wife.
After hearing about my desperate search for a Christmas date, she agrees to do it—but why? It’s no secret she doesn’t like me. She doesn’t laugh at my jokes and avoids me like I have a live grenade in my pocket whenever we’re together.
Blindly relieved, I don’t question it. Until her little touches begin to set off fireworks in my belly and her glances linger in unexplainable ways.
My grandmother says we have great chemistry, but it’s probably just the eggnog talking. Because what Angie and I have is about as real as Santa Claus. Right?
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