Resorting to Romance by Savannah Scott

My plate is full enough being a single mom and business owner. I don’t have time to date, not even to fake it.
I’m the only child to three “fairy godmothers.” Yes. You heard me right. My somewhat-crazy, definitely over-the-top aunts all raised me. And now, I’m running the bed and breakfast I inherited from my grandmother, while I raise my seven-year-old son, Noah, single-handedly.
I probably hold the island records for “most likely to turn down a date,” and “least likely to take a day off.” So when Kai Kapule, the manager of the resort’s water sports rentals steps in, pretending to be my boyfriend, I’m quite sure my jaw drops alongside everyone else’s
It’s not the first time Kai’s come to my rescue. But, usually he’s doing things like fixing a leaky faucet or repairing a loose floorboard, not … declaring his status as my boyfriend.
With my ex, Noah’s dad, back on the island, I honestly need an extra layer of insulation against any misguided thoughts he might have of the two of us ever getting back together. What can it hurt to let Kai play the role of doting boyfriend? We both know it’s not real.
Kai’s just pitching in, being his usual protective, charming self.
The trouble comes when we have to act on Kai’s declaration just to keep up appearances. What started as a seemingly harmless declaration is quickly turning into a complicated charade. How long can I resist Kai’s warm caramel gaze, the caring tone in his voice, or the way my body reacts when he innocently touches me? And when he takes care of my son, Noah, I’m basically a goner.
The problem: I can’t date Kai Kapule. And the longer we pretend we’re more than friends, the more it’s going to hurt when I have to let him go.