I'm not a big believer in romance.
I'm certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and run off to Reno to get married.
But Dr.
Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that.
Too bad it's all a lie.
Our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan.
It's all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us.
Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome, simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at me.
