Don’t Tell Me Twice (with vellums)

Word to the wise, don’t marry your ex’s best friend even when you promise yourself it’ll just be a marriage of convenience between two friends.

I did that and really wish I hadn’t.

At the time, I thought I was doing a good thing, the honorable thing, helping a friend in need. In need of inheriting a large sum of money his father left for him in a trust, that was. With the stipulation of marrying before he turned twenty-five, of course.

Well, Frankie Agro was single and turning twenty-five in mere weeks. So when he dropped the news in my lap, I could only see him having two options—kiss his inheritance goodbye or marry me.