It was the perfect plan.
But Call me crazy, I just might be in love with my wife..
Our story was never supposed to end with happily ever after.
I find myself wanting to break every rule we put in place. . .
From her sexy little pout to her wicked sense of humor to those meatball sandwiches she makes just because she knows they\'re my favorite .
Then she moves in with me, and I really start to lose my mind.
And that wedding night? Well, it doesn\'t exactly go down hands-free.
Trouble is, she grew up gorgeous and feisty, and she still knows exactly how to get under my skin.
After all, Bianca DeRossi and I are experts at infuriating one another--we\'ve been doing it since we were kids.
She\'d marry me, I\'d give her the means to have the baby she\'d always wanted, and one year later we\'d amicably part ways with no hassle, no demands, and certainly no regrets.
We had it all worked out, from the no-touching policy on our wedding night (her rule) to the no-falling-in-love decree (mine).
And she needed a favor--the kind that takes nine months to deliver.
I needed a wife--temporarily--in order to inherit the family business.
It was the perfect plan
