Susan L

Imagine being trapped in a fake romance with the one person you vowed to avoid at all costs.Here I am, doing just that with none other than Nick Zachary, New Zealand’s “wild boy of rugby” himself. Player on field and off, Nick’s the last person I’d date in a million years. I may be in this thing to repair his tarnished rep, but while I’m being photographed on his arm I can raise the profile of my fledgling fashion designs. It’s a win-win—if I can stomach the public PDAs with a guy with more abs than brain matter. As if playing make-believe with Nick isn't challenging enough,...