Struggling artist George Devereaux needed a visa to stay in New York when I met him, and I needed to get away from the guy who wouldn't stop asking me out. So offering to marry him was a purely logical decision. But when he broke off our engagement of convenience, I thought we would have a clean break. After all, it's not like what we had was real.

Our history might be more complicated than a Da Vinci invention. Our relationship should be strictly educational, but George still manages to draw me into his magnetic orbit every time.

And no matter how much he tempts me, I know that George Devereaux will never be the settling down type—so he definitely shouldn’t be mine.