I'm not a big believer in romance. I'm certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and run off to Reno to get married. But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Too bad it's all a lie. Our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. It's all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome, simply...