“Milo, sweetheart, you’ve finally arrived,” a middle-aged woman with light brown hair and green eyes calls after him. Right next to her is a tall blonde who might be around my age, maybe younger.

His sister?

“Mom,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me toward him.

His mother stops right in front of us, taking me in from head to toe.

“Mom, meet Claire,” he introduces me, kissing my temple.

“Hi, Milo,” the young woman greets him with a sexy voice while batting her eyelashes.

Definitely not his sister—at least I hope to God she’s not.

“You remember Stacey?” his mother asks.

“Of course,” he says absently and turns to look at me. “Claire, meet my mother and Stacey, one of my sister’s friends.”

Message received, she’s one of the three women expecting to score a date with Miller Archer.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” I say, extending my hand toward his mom. “Between you and me, I can’t wait to try your famous BBQ ribs. Every time we go out to dinner or he cooks for me, he talks about them. ‘No one makes them like my mom,’ he says.”

His mom smiles, and her eyes crinkle as if I just gave her the best news in the entire world.

“I’m Crystal Archer,” she says, enveloping me into a big hug. “It’s really nice to finally meet you, Claire. Miller’s said so much about you. We have to invite you to dinner soon.”

“Just tell me when and I’ll be there, Mrs. Archer.”

“Please, call me Crystal.”

“We have reservations for tonight,” she tells Miller. “Make sure to meet us here by seven.”

“See you, Mom,” he says, ignoring Stacey. “Come on, Claire Bear, you need to rest for a couple of hours.”

“Are you okay, dear?” she asks, worry apparent in her voice.

“The food on the plane didn’t agree with her,” he says, casually taking the card keys from the front desk.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Would you like me to call the doctor, sweetheart?”

“Thank you, but I’ll be fine after a nap,” I respond tentatively.

The salty air is a big change from the freezing cold of Denver. For the first time in months, if not years, I don’t care about the humidity transforming my hair into a frizzy mess. It’s not a big deal if I have an ocean view, tacos, and margaritas right by my side.

So what if I have to spend a couple of days pretending that I’m dating Ryan Reynold’s doppelgänger while enduring his hypnotizing charm?

Thankfully, the spell breaks when I realize we have only one king-size bed.

“Didn’t you request two queens?” I ask when we enter the hotel room.