Marshall by Valencia Hess

Nora:
Usually when people ask for a favor, they just want you to watch their dog or something. They don’t ask you to pretend to be the girlfriend of the guy you’ve had a crush on since you were a teenager.
Marshall has walked through more of my dreams than I can count, but I’m honestly surprised he even remembers my name.
Now I’m supposed to spend an evening hanging off his arm, and this wasn’t even his idea.
Am I in trouble? My night with him has barely started before I realize I’m in more kinds of trouble than I could ever guess …

Marshall:
I hate the idea of pretending to be someone I’m not. I hate more that my fire chief roped a sweet, honest person like Nora Addison into helping. She volunteers on the weekends and works so hard I haven’t seen her out of her nurse’s scrubs in years. I feel dirty even thinking about letting her lie for me.
Well, that was what I thought.
But it isn’t a wholesome nurse who shows up for dinner. It’s the sexiest vision I’ve ever seen.
She’s been hiding curves that could drive me insane, and she’s got a smile that tells me that’s only the tip of the iceberg.
She’s the same woman, but I’ll never see be able to see her the same way again.