Divorced on a Dare

Summary

The ink on our divorce decree was barely dry when Garrett told me to take off my wedding band.

"Rory says if I’m playing a bachelor, I need to look like one."

He had lost a stupid bet at an upscale lounge three weeks ago, and signing dissolution papers was his forfeit.

I pulled the platinum band from my finger and dropped it into his palm. But instead of pocketing it, Garrett closed his fingers around my wrist, pulling me toward him with an easy, dismissive smirk.

"Don’t look like someone just died, Norrie. In thirty days, it goes right back on your finger. You're acting like this is real.