Ever been so burned out you become desperate enough to entertain saying 'yes' to a fake marriage? Well that's me, agreeing to be Colonel Justice's holiday plus-one and wife for the next few months.


He's my childhood neighbor and almost friend. Now, my faux husband. Our mission? Secure his early Army promotion while offering me a life raft in my sea of chaos.


We're dressed to impress and schmoozing his superiors this season. He's all polished medals and stern demeanor, I'm the woman no one's heard of in a designer dress at his side.


Underneath his disciplined, all-business facade, I rediscover the man behind the uniform. Even though we both know this is only part of an agreement, things get complicated.


We never signed up for emotions. I agreed to a contract with a role to play. But as the lines blur, I have to wonder: is this love? or simply logistics?