Page 82 of The Millionaire's Royal Rescue

He almost laughed—except that wouldn’t get him any closer to what he wanted: a ringside seat to find out what the bride was really like.

‘I don’t understand,’ Laurel said.

Dan smiled. Of course she didn’t. That was one of the things he was growing to like about her, after their limited acquaintance—her lack of subterfuge.

‘Me. Let me be your pretend boyfriend for the week.’