I fled minutes before my wedding when I learned my fianc had been paid to marry me. Ten years, too many crappy exes, and one drunken decision later, I'm now his boss.
A night out with a friend turned into shots and duping an old ex of mine into taking a job at my budding horse rescue.
The last time Ansen Barron saw me, I was fishtailing away from our wedding with his dog. When he arrives, I expect him to reverse right back down my driveway after he learns I'm his boss.
I don't expect to find a jaded man in the place of the easygoing guy I was once engaged to. I also don't expect my heart to race when he's around. Or for him to treat me like I always meant more to him than a payday.
I don't regret hiring him. He's the best man for the job, and he's trying to prove he's changed, one melting kiss at a time.
But no matter how hot we are together, I can't forget I once thought he was the best man for me and maybe it's safer for my heart if he stays a reckless memory.