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It’ll be a cold day in hades when I get married again.
Besides, as a billionaire widower, dating isn’t a priority.
I have more important things to focus on.
My mother is overcompensating for having an eternally single son by getting married herself.
And who does she insist on having plan the wedding?
Me.
The guy who’d rather spoon his own eyes out than have to sit through a wedding ceremony.
She layers guilt on guilt until I can’t say no.
It’s her day, after all.
But I don’t know the first thing about planning a wedding.
Apparently, there’s a difference between warm white and cool white.
I need a professional.
That’s when she comes in.
A breath of fresh air with curves that shake me right to my core.
She’s going to be the perfect distraction.
And the hot piece on my arm as my date for the wedding.
Two birds.
One stone.
An ice-cold heart thawed and wanting love.