None of them…
I should’ve listened to my inner voice screaming at me when I agreed to go to Vegas with him.
My sworn enemy from high school who made my life a living hell.
But his muscular and big arms somehow made me forget what he put me through in school.
Now he’s a client. One that I find impossible to stay away from.
Boone is still as devastatingly handsome as he was in high school.
Enough to make my common sense go out the window.
Fast forward to this weekend.
I’ve got a wedding ring on my finger in Vegas.
It honestly looks like it came out of a cereal box.
And I’ve got some explaining to do.
Secretly in love.
And royally screwed.
How do you think his family will take the news?