After Watson brother #1 ditched me at the altar, I stopped believing in happily-ever-afters. So I have no clue how I ended up saying "I do" to Brooks—Watson brother #2—somewhere between tequila shots and bad decisions.

Okay, that may not be true.

Sheriff Watson has been a charming thorn in my side ever since his brother left our small ranch town in his rearview mirror. He's a little too steady, a little too sweet, and way too intuitive because he sees through my facade. But no matter how tempting he is, he's still a Watson.

I demand an annulment. He refuses, bargaining four real dates before he signs.

Fine. I'll sabotage each one and keep my heart safely locked away. It's easier this way because he has no idea the secret I'm keeping.

Of course, Brooks doesn't go down easy—he has enough faith for both of us. He tackles my fears at every turn, making me wonder what would happen if I went all in.

But trusting the wrong man once nearly ruined me—doing it again might finish the job.