It'd seemed so easy when she'd planned this. She'd hire a boyfriend, make sure he understood the story she'd concocted, and they'd pretend to be a couple for two weeks. Nothing could go wrong with that as long as they had a mutual understanding first. When she got back, she'd say they'd broken up. No more Donald. No more lies. Carley Schaeffer ran from home at age nineteen, trying to escape a bad memory. Now twenty-four, she's...