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I'm not the kind of woman men leave anonymous notes for.

But someone at Catalyst Digital is doing just that. I have no idea who's behind them, but I do know one thing: it can't be Jack Sullivan.

Jack is all business. Broad-shouldered, broody, and intimidating as hell. Me? I'm curvy, chronically underestimated, and have a mother who believes love comes in exactly one size: Small.

I've spent my whole life trying to be less. Quieter, thinner, easier to love.

So my perfect sister's upcom...
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I'm not the kind of woman men leave anonymous notes for.

But someone at Catalyst Digital is doing just that. I have no idea who's behind them, but I do know one thing: it can't be Jack Sullivan.

Jack is all business. Broad-shouldered, broody, and intimidating as hell. Me? I'm curvy, chronically underestimated, and have a mother who believes love comes in exactly one size: Small.

I've spent my whole life trying to be less. Quieter, thinner, easier to love.

So my perfect sister's upcoming wedding is a nightmare.

When my mother's criticism reaches DEFCON 1, Jack catches me having a breakdown in the break room. His offer to be my fake boyfriend is too tempting to resist.

The only problem is, when he touches me, when he looks at me, it feels anything but fake.

Denial isn't a river in Egypt. It's me pretending I'm not falling for my grumpy boss/fake boyfriend faster than my panties hit his bedroom floor.

If this is fake, why does it feel like the realest thing I’ve ever known?
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