How we met: He spilled coffee on me. First date: I dragged him into my therapy session. Does that even count? Spoiler alert: We're definitely not a couple. Leo Massie is a smoking-hot firefighter. Literally. He also owes me after dousing me in coffee. But instead of a simple favor, I might have accidentally told my therapist he's my fiancé. Oops. Now, Leo--single dad, small-town hero, and the most maddeningly good man I've ever met--is playing along. What started as a tiny white lie is spiraling into something I wish were real. The way he looks at me? The way he takes care of everyone around him? The way he makes me feel? None of that feels fake. I came to Alaska to escape my past. I never expected to find a man willing to stand beside me through it. Maybe we're just pretending. Or maybe . . . we can fake it true. Contains mature themes.