Fitz and I have done some wild things, but waking up as newlyweds? Total disaster. It threatens to expose the one secret I've kept buried for years, the only secret I've ever kept from my best friend-that despite us both being straight, I think I'm in love with him.
When Gramps needs me to stay married to lock in my inheritance, I'm terrified my feelings for Fitz could destroy everything we have.
Fitz
To the world, I'm the glitter-bearded, onesie-loving quirky vet. Sure, that's part of who I am, but it's not the whole picture. Only one person truly knows me-Muir. When he tells me he needs us to stay married so he can keep his grandfather's house, it's a no-brainer. Of course I'll help him out.
The real question is: why does staying married to my best friend feel so right?
