One beach house.
Two months.
Countless lies.
What could go wrong?
It was supposed to be the perfect summer job.
Housesitting in the Hamptons.
And then he showed up.
Lance Welles.
Moody. Broody. Wealthy. Sexy.
And cocky. So damn cocky.
He'll let me stay for the summer.
But only if I pretend to be his girlfriend.
I agree. Why wouldn't I?
It's not like I'll fall in love.
The first time I saw Vivienne Radcliffe,
she was in a fire-engine-red bikini.
Setting fire to my house.
Well, not exactly my house.
The garden of my Hamptons estate.
She says the house is hers for the summer.
But it isn't long before I realize . . .
I want Vivienne to be mine forever.