Logan Ward drives me just a little crazy. It’s the only reason I can explain how I ended up fake-married to him. He’s got those dark eyes and broody stares, totally unflappable, which is a good trait in a star defensive football player. Maybe it’s because I don’t always think things through, or because he does drive me crazy, but when I find out he needs a wife to keep custody of his four younger sisters, I have no problem volunteering for the job.

I have my own reasons for needing a husband, and striking a mutually beneficial bargain with Logan is the perfect solution. Plus, it can’t be that hard to wrangle four young girls and a big grumpy football playing husband, right?
Wrong.

Our simple solution creates a whole new problem. Logan and I aren’t as different as we thought. My reluctant groom has fire inside him, and I can’t wait to light the match.