Eight months ago I married a stranger to help with a “green card” situation. Now I need a wife for real to help save my family’s ranch. I’ve only met Birdie the one time, but I remember very clearly that she’s remarkably smart, adorably shy and has curves I want to spend the rest of my life exploring. But now I have to give her an ultimatum: either be my wife for real or we have to get divorced so I can find someone else for the job. The only problem; she’s the only woman I want.

The only thing I remember about the man who came to my rescue is that he’s a barrel-chested, thick-thighed, bearded cowboy who keeps invading my dreams. Okay, so I remember a lot about Harrison. But our union was for nothing more than practicality as far as he’s concerned. Our union serves a practical purpose as far as he’s concerned, but for me, there’s more to the story. Like the fact he saved me from an unwanted arranged marriage to an obnoxious crown prince. I just want to lead an ordinary life, and now I know I want that life to be with Harrison. But will he want me if learns the truth about my past?

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