“Oh god. Please tell me it is just an act,” Marie said even though Roarke had just told her it wasn’t an act. She would have preferred it if it all had been a mind game or something. She wasn’t a fan of romance. She found it to cheesy. Why couldn’t everything just be straight forward? It made things easier and you knew where people stood.
Marie sighed and leaned against Roarke. “Why don’t we trade bodies and you can marry him? You like him. You’re already friends.”