Faking Cinderella

If I’d known a tall, broad mountain of a man would crash the one-bedroom cabin I’m borrowing, I might have handled things differently.

I still would’ve lied to him. He doesn’t need to know all of my reasons for wanting to meet my surprise triplet half brothers while undercover as a housekeeper.

But if I’d known I was going to have a surprise roommate, I wouldn’t have rigged a homemade security system in the cabin that left him…erm… Let’s just call it easy to spot in a crowd.

And he wouldn’t have tried to blackmail me when he figured out my real identity.

And I wouldn’t have been so attracted to his audacity that I started looking deeper at the wounded man beneath the gruff exterior.

And then we wouldn’t be here, with him making me scream his name for all of the good reasons every night.

But I can’t keep faking Cinderella forever, and when it’s time for me to come clean, he’ll have to choose—loyalty to my half brothers or belief in me and the noble reason for the long game I’ve been playing.