Last Man Standing (Flynn)

Must Hate Dogs Do you hate dogs? Only want to talk about yourself? Is having a sense of humor something you've never been accused of? Think eating for pleasure is a complete waste of time? Agree that tipping is for suckers? Then you're the date for me. Dixon Beckett is the kind of guy who loves his mama, treats women right, and never ever wants to fall in love again. That's why he'll do anything to win a bet to be the last single man standing by Christmas. He's got a plan, too. Create the most no-good, horrible, very bad dating profile in existence. Only someone actually responds to his ad... The rules say he has to go on six dates with the first (or in his case, only) person who answers-even if that person is Fiona Hartigan: hater of dogs, non-lover of any delicious food, and zero sense of humor. But something feels off about this pariah. In fact, Dixon is almost positive Fiona is just pretending to be awful. Pretending to be the most horrible date in existence. And she's most definitely pretending to not be as interested in him as he is in her. The more Dixon Beckett starts to unravel the mystery of why Fiona answered his ad in the first place, the more he starts considering the most vile, awful, terrible idea ever... falling in love.

So, I may be in the Last Single Man Standing competition with my cousins, but five minutes around Kinsey was all it took to take myself out. Who cares about bragging rights when you've just found the woman you're going to marry? Sure, she may work for my biggest competitor. Sure, she's not dating right now. Sure, she's my sister's best friend and I've been sworn off her. But somehow, she agrees to go on six fake dates to help me save face in this competition. What does the guy who never uses his words have to say to convince the girl of his dreams that they're perfect for each other?

As the only Beckett cousin who is still unattached, I'm a shoo-in to win the bet with my cousins to be the last man blissfully not in love by Christmas. Of course, I know they're still going to make me follow the rules of our bet and go on six dates with the same woman - but I've figured out a way out of that too. I'm getting married. Is it love? Not even close. Chelle Finch needs a temporary husband and I need to win this bet. We agree to put a ring on it knowing that in six months this marriage of convenience will end in divorce. Except, somehow dating my wife has me realizing that I don't ever want to take this ring off if it means losing her. What does the guy who can talk his way out of anything have to do to sweet talk his temporary wife into forever?