For the Promise by D.E. Haggerty

He ghosted her after one kiss. Now he’s her husband. Temporarily. Too bad her heart didn’t get the message.
We kissed once. Then he ghosted me like I was a bad Wi-Fi signal.
Which, fine. I wasn’t looking for forever with Jaxon Raider – the island’s grumpiest whiskey nerd with stunning blue eyes, shoulders strong enough to carry all my burdens, and the social skills of a sea cucumber. A rebound? Maybe. A fling? Sure. But disappearing without a word? Rude.
Fast forward a few months and guess what? We’re married.
Okay, it’s fake. Totally temporary. Just a convenient little marriage to keep my greedy ex from slithering back into my life. But sharing one bed with my hot, broody ‘husband’ is starting to blur the lines between real and pretend. And the way he’s suddenly stepping up? It’s messing with my head.
This isn’t forever. It’s just a performance. So why does walking away feel like it might break me?