What made a good girlfriend?
Someone who was understanding. Kind. Someone who listened and baked cute, little cupcakes and remembered things like anniversaries and their boyfriends’ favorite meals.
In a word, someone who wasn’t Tammy.
She wasn’t good with mush, couldn’t stand watching a romantic movie without wanting to hurl. She didn’t have songs with her significant others. Hell, she didn’t have significant others.
Then . . . Fletcher.
He was just a co-worker who needed a fake girlfriend to take to a wedding, one who wouldn’t get attached like all the other women who fell in love with him at the drop of a hat and then required him to do outlandish things like solicit fake girlfriends.
In another word, he needed Tammy and her cold, dead heart.
So she did him a solid, went to the wedding, and charmed everyone while staying blissfully unattached.
But then Fletcher fell for her.