Fake in Love

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I don't want to share my enemy's bed or wear his wedding ring.</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But I'll do it if it means protecting my father's diner... <em>FML</em>.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Jesse Taylor has found a million ways to make my life hell.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He arrests me pats me down and impounds my car.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He shows up at my diner and grills me in front of my customers.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He mocks me with </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>his special nickname for me Angel.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The insufferable deputy takes pleasure in seeing me squirm and I despise him for it.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>So when Jesse proposes</span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> a marriage of convenience</strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> I flip him off.</span></p><p>He's the devil in uniform and I will not be swayed.</p><p>Until my diner is threatened. And I realize taking the deal is my only way out.</p><p>I need protection. He needs to clean up his image.</p><p>The rules are simple.</p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>One. We share his bed.</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Two. He calls me my wife.</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Three. We <em>don't fall in love.</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Even when his gaze softens along with his touches.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Or when he puts it all on the line to give me what I've always wanted.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I guess rules are made to be broken.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I just hope Jesse doesn't break what's left of my heart.</span></p>