Darby Page doesn’t have a date for her grandparents’ 60th anniversary party, and that’s a problem. As the last remaining single grandchild, showing up solo will trigger an avalanche of pitying looks, snide remarks, and matchmaking attempts from her elderly aunts that thanks to latent Catholic guilt, Darby will feel obligated to entertain. So her friends have come up with a solution—a fake boyfriend. Except it’ll never work. Darby’s a terrible liar, plus her family knows everyone she might ask to play beau-for-a-day. With only four days until the party, there’s no time to A) find a guy no one in her family knows, and B) get familiar enough with him to pass him off as the real thing. It’s just not a viable option…until Finn Tucker comes along. New to town, no one knows Finn—even Darby. Not until he drives her home (she mistook his car for her ride share), carries her up her front steps (she’s really drunk), and hangs around to make sure she’s okay while her grandparents, who were taking advantage of Darby’s girl’s night out to use her guest room for geriatric sexcapades, jump to the wrong conclusion. Now her family thinks they’re already dating, her friends think he’s perfect for the job, and Finn, who’s had a thing for Darby since he saw her on fire a year ago (literal fire, it’s a long story), is all in. But Darby’s got high standards, and if she’s going to pretend to have a boyfriend, he’d damn well better be a good boyfriend. The kind that will bring her coffee in the morning, take her out in the evening, and is devoted to her orgasm the way romance readers are devoted to the HEA. Check, check, and oh, baby—check. Maybe Darby’s finally getting lucky.