Our little white lie tied us up in ways we never expected.

I promised my family I would bring my boyfriend home.

Everything was going my way.

Until his wife showed up at the airport instead of him.

Thankfully, my brother's best friend is taking the same flight.

Liam Cohen saw me at my worst, but during our trip, we make a pact:

To shield each other against the relentless matchmaking efforts of our mothers.

We were single and happy with it.

Or so we thought.

Liam, however, decided our agreement wasn't quite enough.

Suddenly, we found ourselves engaged.

"It's for my grandmother," he claimed.

"You'll benefit from it too," he dared to say.

"Just for the weekend," he reassured.

"Everything will be just fine," he promised.

Except, it wasn't.

My mother is now on the brink of choosing my wedding dress and color palette if I don't beat her to it.

His relatives are suggesting we make it official that very weekend.

And my brother, Liam's best friend, is now in on the scheme. Joy.

But it will all be worth it when we're able to go our separate ways, single and free.

That's what all the shared jokes, close touches, and fleeting glances have been about.

Right? What could possibly go wrong?