I've made myself into many things over the years. A Yale graduate.

A brilliant corporate strategist. A city boy.

And, though no one outside my inner circle knows it, a billionaire. One thing I never expected to be? Accidentally married to a straight, small-town cowboy named Waylon, the pride and joy of.

. .

*checks notes*. .

. Majestic, Wyoming.

Sadly, what happens in Vegas does not, in fact, stay in Vegas, and before I know it, I'm trying to track my erstwhile husband down, divorce papers in hand and thrift store clothes on my back, desperately hoping the stranger I married won't realize he's suddenly entitled to a lot more than that shiny gold ring on his finger. Unfortunately, Way has other plans.

His town is counting on him as mayor to bring the lucrative AdventureSmash wilderness race to Majestic, and he refuses to sign my papers until the deal is done. .

. which means me and my second-hand blue jeans will be hanging around a lot longer than I'd imagined, pretending our one-night whatever-it-was was a love match for the ages.

As it turns out, Majestic is more charming than I'd expected, and Way. .

. is not entirely without charms himself.

It also turns out he's, ahem, not as straight as he thought he was. Before I know it, dusty boots feel more comfortable than my shiny wingtips, coffee at the Love Muffin tastes better than Starbucks, and being the First Husband of Majestic starts to seem as important as any corporate merger I've ever negotiated.

But for a man with secrets to keep and a whole life waiting for him back in Manhattan, the only thing worse than Marrying Mr. Majestic.

. .

would be falling in love with him for real. .