Connie Evans has always distrusted nice guys. In her experience, they’re just waiting to reveal some horrible secret.

And then she meets big, adorable Henry Samuel Beckett: sweet, a lover of bow ties and so cheery that Connie struggles to believe he’s real. Until Beck – as he’s known to most – tells Connie the secret beneath his sunny surface. He’s been single all his life, but somehow seems to have told everyone he works with that he’s married.

And, when Connie can’t help but defend him, she ends up being the wife he doesn’t have. And now they’re on a writing retreat together, surrounded by people convinced they can’t be for real, with both of them sure that those people are right. Until they have to share their first kiss, their first touch, their first time in only one bed.

Side by side, every night, as the simmering tension builds . . .

Something has to give. Could it be her heart?