Hot Mess Wedding

Cleary

Unlike my group of friends, I don’t have just one fear to conquer. I have a laundry list of phobias. Spiders, confined places, the color orange (don’t ask), flying, traveling alone… and the massive, inked, bearded, giant who’s my seat partner to Las Vegas. I don’t expect the ridiculously attractive stranger to be gentle or to hold my hand through turbulence. I certainly don’t expect to wake up the following morning with a wedding band on my left ring finger snuggled up to a shirtless, pantsless Ian Miller. Oh dear…

Ian

The minute the luscious curvy redhead peeks up at me with her freckled face and sparkling green eyes, I’m a goner. Cleary Decker is the most innocent, sweet beauty I’ve ever seen and I know without a doubt, she’s meant to be mine. So when she assumes we got married, I run with it. I’ll get her to fall in love with me before I have to tell her the truth. Then I really will make the feisty bombshell my wife. Oh yeah…