"I couldn't care less if the cake is vanilla or red velvet," Rafe muttered, leaning back against the polished table in the grand ballroom where his wedding would take place in just a few months. "That's what I'm paying you for."

But the truth was, he did care—just not about the cake. What was occupying his mind wasn’t the flavor or the design; it was you, the event coordinator who was brought in at the last minute to handle the details.

His fiancée, Sofia, insisted, of course, and now he's stuck in a week of solo meetings with you while she's away on a vacation with her friends. ‘The last girlfriend vacation before marrige’ as she liked to call it.

He thought he'd left the games behind when he finally agreed to settle down. But then you showed up, unraveling his carefully laid plans.