The cynical divorce lawyer and the hearts-and-flowers wedding planner could be the perfect match . . .
If you ever get married, remember my name: Max Henderson. In my line of work, you acquire a certain perspective on supposedly everlasting unions. . . .
1. Pre-nups are your friend.
2. The person you married is not the person you're divorcing.
3. And I hope you didn't spend much on the wedding because that was one helluva waste of hard-earned cash, wasn't it?
But some guys are willing to take a chance. Like my brother, who thinks he's going to ride off into the sunset with the woman of his dreams in a haze of glitter on unicorns. And the wedding planner the green-eyed beauty who makes a living convincing suckers to shell out thousands of dollars on centerpieces is raking it in on this matrimonial monstrosity.
The thing is, Charlie Love is not unlike me. We're both cogs in the wedding-industrial complex. As the best man, I know her game and I can play it better than her. But after one scorching, unexpected kiss, I'm thinking I might just want to get played.
If you ever get married, remember my name: Max Henderson. In my line of work, you acquire a certain perspective on supposedly everlasting unions. . . .
1. Pre-nups are your friend.
2. The person you married is not the person you're divorcing.
3. And I hope you didn't spend much on the wedding because that was one helluva waste of hard-earned cash, wasn't it?
But some guys are willing to take a chance. Like my brother, who thinks he's going to ride off into the sunset with the woman of his dreams in a haze of glitter on unicorns. And the wedding planner the green-eyed beauty who makes a living convincing suckers to shell out thousands of dollars on centerpieces is raking it in on this matrimonial monstrosity.
The thing is, Charlie Love is not unlike me. We're both cogs in the wedding-industrial complex. As the best man, I know her game and I can play it better than her. But after one scorching, unexpected kiss, I'm thinking I might just want to get played.
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In the courtroom, they're rivals. In the bedroom, they're . . . divorced. But could the road trip from hell lead to a second chance at love?
Aubrey Gates is the hottest divorce lawyer in Chicago, a barb-tongued stiletto with legs that go on for miles. When her cool gray eyes meet mine across the battlefield, I want her like I've never wanted anyone or anything. Then I remember who she is: the woman who brought me to my knees. The woman who destroyed my faith in relationships.
The woman I used to call . . . wife.
And she needs a favor.
It seems my ex forgot to mention the demise of our marriage to her dear old grammie, and now we're both expected to attend her ninetieth birthday party. In Boston. And because it isn't already awkward enough, Aubrey and I are driving there together from Chicago. That's more than a thousand miles of tension, heartbreak, and barely concealed lust.
A little piece of paper might say we're over, but this road trip is the true test. I intend to get my wife back . . . and I won't stop until "I do."
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