For one brief, hope-filled second, the romantic in Sherry fantasized that somehow in the forty-eight hours they’d spent together, and the forty-eight hours since, Tyler had honestly fallen for her. That insta-love was real, cute babies shot arrows at people’s butts, and fairy tales existed in the real world. But then sanity returned, and she drop-kicked that part of herself to the curb. That had been the romance novels talking.
Accidentally Married on Purpose by Rachel Harris