It wasn't me.
It was my team.
But as almost co-captain I raised my hand to fix it.
Never imagined they'd arrange a PR stunt to make me look like Mr. Right to someone my mom picks out on some new dating app.
Then my salvation walks into the restaurant.
Zara Ambrose.
The five-foot-nothing redhead with more freckles than inches that I convinced to go on five dates with me for all the world to see.
She's got her own reasons for our set up--and her own rules.
But somewhere between the couples' obstacle course, wrestling matches with her Great Dane, and fights over mashed potatoes, Zara went from means-to-an-end to something so much more.
What happens when you start to fall for the one girl you can't have...on live TV?