When I found out my ex is currently dating the girl he cheated on me with, I did the only thing I could: started dating her brother. It was only supposed to be a one-sided, sneaky social media follow, but when Winston, my beloved dog, needed to see a vet, that’s when I free fell into his life. Literally, tripped and fell, grazing more than just his thigh. The next time we cross paths, the only thing I stumble on is a brilliant idea– his plan for us to fake date. It was supposed to start and end on Thanksgiving. It was supposed to be easy. Now here I am, wearing his sweater at his family’s ski lodge, sharing a bed and falling again– this time head over heels, while realizing nothing between us is fake at all. He’s been hurt in the past, but will he allow his scars to come between us?
