The last place Brooke Ashford wants to be is her ex-boyfriend’s engagement party. Unfortunately, when your ex is marrying your boss’s daughter, attendance isn’t optional.

She has a plan: show up looking flawless, survive ninety minutes of small talk, and escape with her pride intact.

But when her plus one gets food poisoning, she’s stuck with an emergency replacement—Owen Murphy. Her best friend’s firefighter brother. A man who showed up in jeans, has no idea what he’s walking into, and somehow thinks a leather jacket counts as dressing up.

He’s the worst possible date for tonight.

Except… he’s calm when she’s spiraling. He’s charming when she’s barely holding it together. He jokes with her boss like they’re old friends. And somewhere between the appetizers and the chaos, Brooke realizes she’s stopped dreading the evening—and started enjoying it.

So why does being with the wrong guy suddenly feel so right?

A sweet, swoony romance about the night everything fell apart—and came together in ways she never expected.