When Davina wakes up in Vegas with a pounding headache, zero memories, a wedding ring, and Dallas Dodger, the arrogant, playboy wrestler that she’s been publicly insulting for two years, naked in her bed, she freaks out.

He doesn’t believe in marriage. She doesn’t believe in him. Yet here they are, husband and wife, with an Elvis impersonator as their only witness.

A few weeks of faking it is the deal. Smile for the cameras, share his house, and don’t fall for the man who is infuriatingly good at pretending to adore her.

Except he’s not pretending.

He never was.