I never planned to get married in Vegas.
Especially not to my sister’s best friend.
But one drunken challenge, one Elvis impersonator, and a very impulsive set of vows later…
I wake up next to Sophia Russo—with a ring, a headache, and no clue what comes next.
She’s brilliant, sharp-tongued, and allergic to anything that looks like romance.
We agree it’s temporary. A mistake we’ll quietly undo.
Then she moves in.
Just until we figure things out.
The press is watching. Our families are in meltdown mode.
And somewhere between fake kisses and real mornings, I fall for her—for real.
But nothing prepares me for the moment she looks me in the eye…
and tells me she’s pregnant.
Now I’m about to lose the one thing I never meant to keep—
Unless I can prove to her this wasn’t a mistake at all.
