Pretending to Date the Spy Who Ghosted Me

Three years after Cash Denton ran into me on a street in Bordeaux and kissed me into the best two months of my life, he disappeared without explanation.

I clung to coma and amnesia theories before admitting the plainer truth: he had ghosted me.

He turns up again at my parents' resort during my sister's wedding, insisting that he is a spy and that her fiancé may be smuggling diamonds.

Cash, or whatever his real name is, wants me to pose as his girlfriend so he can watch the man she is about to marry.

I hate drama and trust almost nothing he says, yet my feelings for him are not an act.

This wedding is already more complicated than I expected, and I still do not know whether the spy who left me will stay.