Ever been so burned out you become desperate enough to entertain saying 'yes' to a fake marriage? Well that's me, agreeing to be Colonel Justice's holiday plus-one and wife for the next few months.
He's my childhood neighbor and almost friend. Now, my faux husband. Our mission? Secure his early Army promotion while offering me a life raft in my sea of chaos.
We're dressed to impress and schmoozing his superiors this season. He's all polished medals and stern demeanor; I'm the woman no one's heard of in a designer dress at his side.
Underneath his disciplined, all-business facade, I rediscover the man behind the uniform. Even though we both know this is only part of an agreement, things get complicated.
We never signed up for emotions. I agreed to a contract with a role to play. But as the lines blur, I have to wonder: is this love? or simply logistics?