I never should have married him and now I can't get him to sign the divorce papers. Really, what in the world was I thinking? I'm as straight arrow as they come—except for one weekend in Vegas when I ended up saying "I do" to Jace Ballston, a retired baseball player with a wild streak and an ass made for pinstripes. We had three weeks of wedded bliss before everything went sideways and now here I am at his fantasy baseball camp trying to do the one thing my lawyers couldn’t—get my soon-to-be ex-husband to sign on the dotted line. As long as I can avoid the temptation to kiss him, everything will work out according to my ten-point plan. The only problem? Jace has a plan of his own...