I put a love note in the wrong jacket and ended up with the right girl. Then I caught her ex in her bomber. Then the girl I wrote that note for kissed me — right as Logan walked in. We broke up. One month later, my little sister is in a hospital bed, and Logan’s father is holding a million-dollar contract: date his daughter again until graduation. We both signed. Except someone set us up. Except New York wants Logan, and she hasn’t told me. Last time, we faked it and fell in love. This time, we’re in love and faking it.
