Yours Always, Nyssa

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“I know we don’t get on very well and god knows why Grimm picked me and not one of the other guys to pair up with you, but if we’re going to be happy newlyweds, you might want to stop glaring at me.”

Oh, I knew why Grimm had picked him. Because the man was down right lickable. Thirty five years old, six foot two, with dark skin and amazing light blue eyes, he was going to have all those suburban housewives eating out of his palm. Asshole.

I was going to have to spend a month pretending to be married to him while watching other women drool over him.

Awesome.

Liam

I should have said no to the assignment. I mean, who willingly takes a job where they’re fake married to a woman who hates them. The thought of being alone with Nyssa without the rest of the team, though… maybe it’s what we need to call a truce. The truth of the matter is, I’ve always had a thing for her, but it was always easy to stay away since she couldn’t stand to be around me. Now? Now, I’m screwed because now, I’m touching her and now I’m kissing her and I can’t figure out if any of it is real or if it’s just part of our job.

Nyssa

There’s only one word to describe Liam. Asshole. I mean, the man picked me up and threw me in a rain barrel for crying out loud. Who does that? Assholes. When I get paired with him to go undercover as happy newlyweds, I decide I’m just going to keep my head down and do the job. Except that without the rest of the team around to act as buffer, I start to see a glimpse of who he actually is. Those kisses, those touches, those looks… I have to keep reminding myself it’s all acting. Right?