A breakup party, too much champagne, and one very unfiltered confession. That’s how I end up telling my best friend Carter that I need help getting back into the dating game.
Carter, of course, has a solution. He offers himself. Which sounds insane… until I remember he’s a charming, gorgeous pro football star with sinful brown eyes and a body I’ve definitely noticed before.
What starts as a mutually beneficial deal, his sponsorship requires public dates, I need lessons in romance, quickly becomes something else entirely. Our “practice” kisses feel real, our private lessons leave me breathless, and suddenly my best friend is the only man I want.
The trouble is, nothing about my feelings feels fake anymore.
