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Never lie about having a boyfriend, and definitely don't give them a name.
I honestly thought there was no harm last summer in naming Miles Asher as my boyfriend. I was convinced my friends from that part of my life would never meet him.
I mean, come on, I'm a travel influencer constantly moving from one beach to the next, and Miles is a small-town mechanic. He loves his family and friends, and he's a nice guy. Or so they say. Miles has never cared for me.
But now I'm staying in his town of Lovers for the summer, and-surprise!-my vacation friends are too.
Luckily, after he tells me no twice, I persuade Miles to be my boyfriend.
Then I talk him into letting me rent the apartment next to his house.
Together, we convince the town that we are dating.
But ... one touch leads to another, and then there's a kiss, and it becomes very hard to resist a man who makes me want things I've never wanted before. Who looks at me as if I'm the only thing that matters.
Still, none of that changes the fact that I'll leave when the summer is over.
My life and my job are to travel. His isn't.
Knowing how this ends was supposed to be the easy part.
