Too much salt in my famous chili, a small slice on my finger while chopping vegetables, and even getting buried in debt because the business I spent years building didn't go to plan.
But accidentally getting engaged to the cowboy who hired me for a last-minute catering gig? Yeah . . . I never saw that coming.
Desperate to dig myself out of the hole I created, I accept Denton's offer.
It was supposed to be easy-simple. Make a three-course meal for his parents' retirement party and get a large sum of money.
Only, I never thought the night would end in him kissing me to avoid his mother's poor matchmaking. Now, I'm his fake finance, and I'm not sure I want the ruse to end.
