Daniel Costello has been my person since the third grade. The first one I call. The one who always shows up. The best friend I’d never risk by wanting more.
Then a stroke lands my grandfather in the hospital, and Daniel suggests something completely reckless: Give Grandpa the wedding he’s spent years insisting we should have.
The plan is simple. Say the vows, comfort him, and intercept the license before it becomes official.
Except Daniel produces an antique ring he’s carried for years. Our vows sound suspiciously real. And the kiss meant to sell our performance burns through every boundary we’ve ever drawn.
Then a well-meaning nurse mails the license.
Now we’re legally married, the firehouse has a betting pool, and all of Huckleberry Creek is celebrating the wedding everyone saw coming but us.
Falling for my husband would be easy.
Risking the best friendship of my life could burn everything down.
An accidentally married friends to lovers small town firefighter romance
Ellie's been my best friend since forever. Sunday dinners, late-night talks, the kind of easy that doesn't need words.
I never let myself want more. Didn't dare risk what we had.
Then her grandpa lands in the hospital with a dying wish, and we do something completely reckless: a fake wedding. Sign the license, intercept it before it's official, walk away clean.
That kiss to seal it? Not part of the plan. Not fake, either. Not even close. It burns through me — hungry, deep, the kind of heat that doesn't fade.
Before we can figure out what that means, the license is filed and the whole town knows we're married for real. Living together to keep up appearances means close quarters, stolen glances, and nights where the line between friends and something more blurs to nothing.
She's always been my everything.
Turns out she might be my forever too.
If we don't burn it all down first.