My lies? Impeccable.
My heart? Cold as ice.
My only job? To convince her what we had was as real as the diamond I intended to place on her finger.
The battle was someone else’s. I was merely a soldier, recruited by a wealthy stranger who made it unapologetically clear that my future—and everything I’ve ever worked—for depended on the successful completion of this mission.
I was prepared for war.
I wasn’t prepared for Love Aldridge.