I told a judge I was engaged to my Best friend.
But there\'s a lifetime of friendship between us, and falling in love with Charlie could mean risking everything..
I want her, I need her in ways I didn\'t know I could.
One shared secret and suddenly, I\'m not pretending anymore.
One touch.
It takes one kiss.
Until I can\'t stop thinking about what she\'s got on under her coveralls.
Until I can\'t take my eyes off her.
Until we touch, and sparks fly.
It\'s the perfect answer: we Fake it for a few months, then go back to our lives.
She\'s beautiful, vivacious, spontaneous, and she loves my daughter to death.
We got drunk on stolen malt liquor.
We turned cans of hairspray into flamethrowers.
We used to sneak cigarettes behind the bleachers.
We\'ve been friends for years.
Pretending we\'re a couple will be no big deal.
Time to Fake an engagement.
The only problem? I\'m not.
So when my ex springs a custody hearing on me, I find myself telling the judge that I\'m engaged to Charlie.
I can\'t imagine life without either.
The other is my seven-year-old.
One is a feisty, tomboyish firecracker.
How hard can it be? My life has room for exactly two women: my daughter Rusty and my Best friend Charlotte - known to everyone as Charlie.
Now we\'re faking it.
I told a judge I was engaged to my Best friend
