I thought that by forty-two, I'd be happily married, but somehow, I've been the woman men want to date but don't want to marry. And now, even my friends have left me alone in the city of love. Alone—except for Luc, the charming tour guide. He refuses to cancel the trip and reminds me what it's like to feel sexy and desired. He even rekindles my love for Paris by showing me a side of the city few people see. Then we run into my ex . . . with his new fiancé on his arm and a smug look on his face. When Luc holds me close and tells a little lie, their surprise is so satisfying. Maybe a little too satisfying because I wind up in bed with my fake fiancé. The hottest night of my life certainly didn't feel fake. Too bad I'm only here for the weekend.