It’s the perfect plan.

He needs a wife in order to inherit the vineyard where he’s worked for years.
And I need a place to live with my four-year-old daughter.

All I have to do is pretend I’m madly in love with Beckham Lawrence, and I get to live rent-free for the next year.

There’s just one problem.

Beckham Lawrence and me… We get along as well as oil and water.

I have no idea how I’m going to convince anyone we’re in love. I may have once had dreams of becoming an actress before I ended up pregnant, but no one’s that good at putting on a show.

Especially Beckham Lawrence.

Or so I thought…

Until he starts turning on the charm and the line between what’s fake and real becomes blurred.

The last thing I expected was to walk in on the tattooed grump having a tea party with my daughter.

Or for him to comfort her during her nightmares.

Or for him to fight for her when her sperm donor makes a surprise appearance after all this time.

This was just supposed to be pretend.

But with every day, I start to imagine what it would be like to be Married to the Frenemy for real.