Connie has always distrusted nice guys. And then she meets Henry Samuel Beckett, sweet and so cheery she struggles to believe he's real. Until he tells her the secret underneath his sunny surface: He's been single all his life. But in a moment of panic, he's told everyone at his publishing house that he's married. And Connie ends up being the fake wife he doesn't actually have. When they head off on a retreat, surrounded by people convinced this must be a ruse, both of them can't help but agree. Until they share their first kiss, their first touch, their first time in only one bed. As the tension builds, Connie starts to wonder if this might be real after all.