He grinned, showing off just how big both of his dimples were, and any hope she had of resisting this delicious idea began to disintegrate.

Tempting? Oh my God was this tempting.

“And you’ll do whatever I say?” That seemed like fun. How many times had she wanted to set a man who thought he knew everything right back into his own lane? And now she could actually do it? And he was asking for it?

“Actually, that’s not exactly how a makeover works. You see—” He shut his mouth and pursed his lips together. “Fuck. Sorry.”

Her laugh exploded out of her, loud and full of amused joy.

Well, she had been thinking about starting another project. This could be Operation Nash Doolittle. Really, she’d be doing the women of Harbor City a favor.

Still, she couldn’t shake the last little crumbs of hesitation.

“I’m nearly ten years older than you are, at a guess. I could have been your babysitter,” she said, even as she began to mentally crush those crumbs. “No one would believe we would get married for real. Uncle Buckley would see it for the farce it is and convince the judge we’re trying to defraud the court.”

“Trust me, I sell people on ideas for a living. They’ll believe us,” Nash said, his gaze dipping down to her mouth before snapping back up. “It would only be for a month—long enough for me to win the bet and for you to satisfy the rules of the will. All you have to do is respond to my Bramble dating bio and then we get married. It’s easy and will fix everything. You know it will. Anyway, do you have a better plan?”

The answer to that was a firm no.

The whole idea of getting married was awful. There was a reason why married men lived longer on average than married women. Marriage was work—a lot of it done mostly by the wife—made bearable because the people involved loved each other. Chelle didn’t even know Nash Beckett, let alone love him.

But she also didn’t know of another way to keep her uncle from defunding the charitable foundation if he got his hands on it. Marrying Nash would satisfy the requirement of her dad’s will.

It was her only option. She had to bite the veil and get married.

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Nash

Because the key to his plan was shock and awe, he wasn’t going to tell his family about the wedding until tonight’s dinner at Le Hibou. That would get all of the Becketts talking to each other about him rather than focusing on him and why he should change his mind. He knew his people. They needed to be properly managed.