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Cassie Sullivan has never needed a man to save her. At twenty-two, she lives alone, works nights as a bartender, pays her own bills, and manages Type 1 diabetes on her own—even when the cost of staying alive becomes harder to afford. Then there’s Luke Miller. Twenty-nine. Six-foot-five. Blonde. Blue-eyed. A Marine. Heir to a family empire he never asked for. And according to his grandfather’s will, Luke has one year to get married before the shares he’s supposed to inherit go to his cousin instead. They meet at a club. He needs a wife. She needs healthcare. Neither of them expects the other to become something more. So they make a deal. A secret marriage. No falling in love. No catching feelings. No crossing the line. Simple, right? Yeah. Not fucking likely.