Fake Dating the Hometown Deputy: A Sweet Standalone Romance (Fake Dates Book 2)

by Maggie Dallen

  Billy: I’ll be there soon. And when I get there, it will be worth the wait, I promise. I’ve got a surprise for you.

  Her breath left her in a whoosh. A ring. It was the first thought to pop up in her mind, and even as she told herself she was being silly, her insides went crazy over the very thought of someone loving her enough to propose.

  But…what would she say?

  A niggle of doubt had her staring at the phone as her mind leapt to conclusions and then went down side alleys of what ifs and maybe whens…

  She shoved all that aside as his next text came in.

  Billy: See you soon, babe.

  She grinned. ‘Soon’ couldn’t come soon enough.

  “Gina, where are you?” Vanessa called out.

  “Here!” She tucked her phone away with a smile that felt far more genuine as she headed over to celebrate with her friends.

  Finally, her bad luck with men was coming to an end, and she’d found a decent guy she could maybe potentially one day love.

  After kissing a hundred frogs, she’d finally found her Prince Charming…

  Hadn’t she?

  Thanks so much for reading? If you missed Addison and Colton’s story, you can find it in Fake Dating the Unsuspecting Heiress. Stay tuned for Gina’s story next in Fake Dating the Secret Rockstar.

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  The (Not So) Perfect Day

  Chapter One

  Three weeks until wedding day…

  Ellie Thatcher would be the first to admit that she had a tendency to be distracted, even on the best of days. She was used to her friends waving a hand in front of her face to get her attention, sometimes even shouting her name to bring her back to the present.

  Even so, she was not accustomed to being jabbed with sharp objects.

  “Ow!” Ellie looked down and found Grace Roberts scowling at her around a mouthful of pins as she worked her magic on the waist of Ellie’s wedding gown.

  Grace didn’t apologize. Grace was Friar Hollow’s answer to Tim Gunn from Project Runway, though a good deal younger and dressed in stylish A-line dresses rather than suits. Other than that, she had the Tim Gunn vibe down to a tee.

  Grace gave Ellie a menacing glare when she shifted again. Scratch that. The town’s best seamstress was more like a cross between Tim Gunn and Gordon Ramsay.

  Stylish, elegant, and completely terrifying.

  “Hold still,” Grace said. It was a marvel how she could speak so clearly when pins were pinched between her teeth. Years of practice, Ellie supposed.

  Ellie offered her a tentative smile. “Sorry.”

  Grace grumbled something about brides and their diets. While it was true Ellie had lost several pounds since her initial fitting two weeks ago, she hadn’t been on a diet. She’d just been…preoccupied.

  Again, preoccupation was nothing new for Ellie and she’d been more distracted than ever these past two weeks. As an entrepreneur, she often had her mind on business while her body was otherwise occupied. While posing for a dress fitting, for instance. Add wedding planning to Ellie’s normal work insanity and it was a wonder she’d remembered to throw on pants before she’d left the house today.

  Ellie tried another smile but it seemed to make the older woman even crankier.

  “If anyone can make these alterations work, it’s you, Grace.” Angela darted over from where she’d been watching in the corner. For what felt like the millionth time since she’d announced her engagement, Ellie’s best friend was rushing to her rescue. Best female friend, to be precise. This was an important note of distinction and the loophole which enabled Ellie to declare both Angela and Ian as her two best friends.

  As they’d each pointed out way back in high school—there can’t be two bests. But there could be a best guy friend and a best girl friend, and fortunately for everyone Angela possessed just the right chromosomes to fit the latter.

  “Ellie, you look beautiful,” Angela said before turning back to Grace with more compliments designed to soften the notoriously easy-to-offend seamstress.

  Ellie eyed her reflection, pulling up her long blonde hair in a pale imitation of the style she planned to wear on the big day, which was now… Oh goodness, was it really only three weeks away?

  Thank heavens for Angela. Ellie felt a rush of gratitude that made her dizzy—or maybe that was her unintentional diet at work. When had she last eaten a proper meal? She watched her petite redheaded friend enchant the feisty seamstress with the sort of friendly smile and wide-eyed look of innocence that softened even the hardest of hearts.

  Well, Ian’s other best friend Griff still hadn’t quite softened after all these years, but he seemed to be the anomaly. Everyone else in this little hamlet in Upstate New York had fallen head over heels for Angela from the moment she’d moved to town when she was fifteen.

  Sure enough, even Grace’s scowl crumpled in the face of Angela’s angelic smile.

  “We can’t thank you enough for squeezing Ellie’s dress fittings into your packed schedule,” Angela continued, her hands clasped before her as though she were offering up a prayer of thanks right then and there.

  Ellie bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at Angela’s melodramatics. The reason Angela was so likeable was because it was all genuine. The girl didn’t have a dishonest bone in her body and she truly was grateful. If anyone else had offered up such over-the-top declarations of gratitude, the seamstress would have scoffed. With Angela…? Grace touched her up-do hesitantly. “Yes, well. It’s the least I can do.”

  It was, in fact, the least she could do. Especially considering Ellie was paying nearly double Grace’s normal rate due for the quick turnaround. Most brides-to-be gave Grace months to finalize a dress. Ellie had given her weeks. In her defense, Ellie had only given her fiancé and herself a matter of weeks to prepare, as well.

  Still, even if Ellie hadn’t been willing to pay more, Grace probably would have done this job at Angela’s request. While Grace might have had the finest sewing skills in town, Angela’s bakery rarely, if ever, was anything but packed to the rafters, with a line trailing down the block.

  Because Angela’s cakes were in demand for weddings, her advice was often sought by overwhelmed brides-to-be and their mothers. Inevitably, when it came to talk of wedding dresses and bridesmaids’ gowns, Angela always sent them to Grace.

  As this was the first favor Angela had asked in return, it seemed to Ellie that this was indeed the least Grace could do.

  “You may change,” Grace said to Ellie with a magnanimous wave of her hand toward the dressing room. “But don’t lose any more weight.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Ellie muttered as she squeezed past the older woman with careful movements to avoid any more stabbings. She was all for a hand-tailored wedding dress, but she had little desire to be Grace’s very own pincushion.

  Angela followed her behind the drapes and got to work unbuttoning the long row of tiny, perfect buttons as Ellie eyed herself critically in the mirror. “I don’t know…”

  Angela’s hands stilled on the dress before she got back to work with a sigh. “Ellie, you were in love with this dress two weeks ago.”

  Ellie craned her neck so she could see her friend. “I know, but—”

  Angela clamped a hand over her mouth and nodded toward the curtain—or rather, to the seamstress beyond who was armed to the teeth with sharp objects. “Later,” she whispered.

  Ellie obediently kept mum for all of thirty seconds. “Maybe I should have gone with something a little more—ow!” This time it was a pinch rather than a stab, but painful all the same. “Why did you—”

  Angela nodded toward the curtain once more.

  “Oh right. I forgot.” She turned her back and shimmied out of the dress, reaching for her own casual shift to pull over her head. The moment she was done, Angela pulled her out of
the dressing room and dragged her out onto the street. “Okay, now you can talk.”

  Ellie drew in a deep breath and let out all her concerns in one breath. “…and there’s too much lace, don’t you think? And fabric. I think there’s too much of a train, right? I mean, what am I supposed to be, a bride or a tablecloth?”

  When she paused to take another breath, Angela arched her brows. “Are you finished?”

  Ellie slumped forward and wrapped her arms around her smaller friend’s neck. “Yes. And thank you.”

  Angela patted her back. “You’re just lucky I deal with crazy brides on a daily basis.”

  When she pulled back, Ellie caught her friend’s teasing grin. “You’re the best, you know that?”

  “I do. Yes.” Angela gave an emphatic nod as they headed down Main Street toward Max’s, their favorite little bistro where Ellie was supposed to meet her fiancé Marcus.

  “Well, as long as you know,” Ellie teased. “Seriously, I have no idea how I’d be doing all of this without you.” She turned to her friend. “What was I thinking? I mean, what kind of masochist only gives herself weeks to prep for a wedding?”

  Angela laughed. “The same kind of person who gets engaged to a guy after dating for three months.”

  Ellie rolled her eyes at the millionth reminder of how quickly she was moving. “His proposal was—”

  “Impulsive?” Angela finished.

  “Romantic.” Ellie shot her friend a sidelong look. “You think I’m nuts for throwing a wedding so quickly, don’t you?”

  Angela grinned over at her. “Of course not. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t leap into the next adventure headfirst.”

  Ellie sensed a ‘but’ yet the ‘but’ never came. Still, even a silent ‘but’ made her squirm, and that feeling hadn’t gone away by the time they’d reached the bistro. The little restaurant’s storefront was floor-to-ceiling windows so it was easy to tell at a glance who was there and who wasn’t.

  “Looks like we beat Marcus here,” Angela said.

  Ellie smiled at the sight of a familiar face. “But Griff is here.”

  “Ugh,” Angela groaned as she followed Ellie’s gaze. “Maybe we should wait out here.”

  Ellie rolled her eyes and tugged Angela into the restaurant. “Come on, he doesn’t bite.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Angela muttered.

  Ellie ignored her. Angela and Griff were forever bickering but there was no real animosity behind it. They’d been at odds ever since Griff first visited Friar Hollow. He and Ian had been roommates at NYU and he’d joined Ian for a visit home over break. He’d decided then and there that he wanted to make this town his home after he finished law school. He’d said he didn’t want to deal with the hustle and bustle of the big city, since he’d been born and raised in New York City.

  Angela contended that he’d just smelled opportunity, like a shark scenting blood. After all, divorce attorneys were in demand in small towns as much as big cities—and it just so happened that Friar Hollow’s sole family practice attorney had been on the verge of retirement.

  “There’s my favorite bride-to-be,” Griff said as he watched them walk over.

  Ellie laughed as he kissed her cheek. “I’m the only bride-to-be you know at the moment, aren’t I?”

  Griff gave her a lopsided grin, his dark eyes warming with laughter. “That doesn’t change the fact that you’re my favorite.”

  Angela rolled her eyes, but Griff gave her a wink in return. “Angie, always good to see you.”

  “It’s Angela.”

  This was how it always began. Ellie took a step back. Let the bickering commence.

  Angela smiled sweetly, which in turn made Griff’s cocky grin falter and fade. “Tell me, Griffin, have you ruined any marriages today?”

  “I’ve saved a few poor souls from a life of misery, if that’s what you mean,” he returned with a smirk. “Speaking of marital bliss,” he said, turning back to Ellie. “How are the wedding plans going?”

  Ellie shrugged. “Good. I mean…they’re okay. Actually…” She winced. “It’s a disaster.”

  Angela wrapped an arm around her as she spoke to Griff. “Don’t listen to her. All brides get a little crazy before the big day.”

  This was probably true, but Ellie had never thought she’d be one of them. She developed new startups for a living, for crying out loud. Planning one semi-formal, intimate event should not have been such a hardship. “I just…” She swallowed and tried again, hating this squirmy feeling that had taken hold that made her want to crawl out of her own skin. Or maybe just take a nap.

  Yes, a nap would definitely help this situation.

  Not that there was a ‘situation.’ She was marrying a man who loved her. A man who was solid and dependable, yet passionate enough to propose after only three months of dating. It wasn’t his fault that the caterer’s menu suddenly seemed all wrong, or that her dress had inexplicably gone from her dream gown to an absurd costume piece.

  If she could just make a decision about the musicians, that would be a start.

  “It’s just that I can’t seem to make up my mind about anything right now,” she said. “And that’s so not like me.” She looked from Angela to Griff and they wore matching expressions of sympathy.

  “Planning a wedding is overwhelming for everyone,” Angela said.

  Ellie nodded. Her friend was probably right. It was just the enormity of it all, plus the limited time factor, plus… Ian wasn’t here. She drew in a deep breath as she thought of the one person who could help make all this right. “I just…It’s just…I just need…”

  Ellie swallowed, hating herself for nearly admitting the truth. I just need Ian.

  She didn’t need him. Of course she didn’t. She was twenty-nine years old, a fully functioning adult with a thriving career. She shouldn’t need anyone, not even her best friend.

  But that didn’t change the fact that she missed him terribly. She always missed him when he was away for work but this was worse than ever. This was a huge life event—a milestone, and one that would never be repeated.

  And he could very well miss it.

  Griff’s gaze never left Ellie, and his questioning look was at once interested, but not pushy. Exactly the kind of look Ian would have given her if he was here and this reminder of her best friend was the final straw. Tears welled up in her eyes and she sniffed to hold them back. “I just need Ian to RSVP.”

  “He’ll be here,” Griff said gently.

  Angela’s arm around her shoulders tightened. “Of course he will.”

  “It’s been two weeks!” Ellie wailed. “Two weeks since I left him voicemails, sent emails, and he had to have received the actual invite by now.”

  “You know how it is when he’s off on assignment,” Griff said.

  Ellie sighed. She did know. Ian was a photojournalist and his job had him on the road, traveling to exotic locations for most of the year. Friar Hollow was his home base, but he was rarely home. The places he was sent to were often so far off the grid, it was nearly impossible to get ahold of him. She’d known all of that when she’d sent out the wedding SOS, but still… Two weeks with no response?

  Her patience had officially worn thin.

  “I’m sure he’ll fly home just as soon as he gets your messages,” Angela said.

  “He’d better,” Ellie muttered, annoyed with herself almost as much as Ian. She should have known better. Thanks to his job, Ian was hardly reliable. Unlike Marcus, she thought with a sniff. She turned to Angela. “Who’s going to walk me down the aisle if he’s not back in time?”

  Griff raised his hand. “Ooh, me! Pick me!”

  She and Angela both laughed at his attempt to seem eager about the prospect. Griff had never hid his disdain for all things wedding-related. But the fact that he was at least pretending to be excited about hers was oddly touching.

  “Thanks, Griff,” she said. “You are officially Ian’s understudy to walk me down the aisle.�
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  He grinned. “It won’t come to that, I promise.”

  She sniffed again. He’d better be right. “I just wish he was here to help me prepare,” she said. “The only thing I really feel good about right now is Angela making the cake.” She nudged her friend as she said it. “That’s a no brainer.”

  Angela beamed so brightly Ellie and Griff exchanged a look of amusement.

  “And you’ve been amazing about helping me make decisions, Angela,” she added.

  “But…” Angela prompted.

  Ellie opened her mouth and closed it again. But…what? Angela had gone above and beyond in her role as maid of honor. Thanks to her wedding connections, she’d helped Ellie score the venue, a caterer, and the dress all on a crunched timeline.

  So what was missing? Why did it seem so important that Ian be here to help?

  She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She supposed she’d just gotten used to him being an integral part of her life. They’d always discussed big decisions together, hashing out the pros and cons, which was Ian’s specialty. While she was the dreamer, he was the pragmatist—always one step ahead when it came to pointing out potential pitfalls or, more often than not, giant gaping dilemmas that were right in front of her face.

  She saw the forest, he saw the trees. He might live the life of adventure, but she had the adventurous spirit. She tended to leap before she looked, and Ian…well, Ian tended to catch her. They balanced each other in that sense and without it, she felt lopsided, like she might tumble over at any moment.

  Maybe that was it. If he was here, he could tell her honestly and without a doubt if this impulsive decision to marry quickly was a mistake.

  Not marrying Marcus, obviously. She knew her own heart, thank you very much, and Marcus was everything she’d always wanted in a husband. He was stable, reliable, and was firmly committed to building a family together.

  But the other part—the super short timeline, the fast engagement. It was impulsive, but it was also romantic…right?