Christmas is my favorite time of the year, always has been. Except, my family has been on my ass about finding a husband, and honestly I'm sick of it.
This year, though, after a miscommunicated phone call, I'm apparently engaged. They won't listen to me when I tell them I'm not. In fact the voice they heard on the other line was Spencer's, my best friend, and I am still very single.
Spencer and I have been friends since I moved to Salem after my 21st birthday. Although he technically is my boss, we were friends first. After ten years, he's going to see where I grew up only I'm not bringing him home as my friend. He's coming as my fake fiancé.
We can handle that right? No feelings, just good ole faking it.