I am so over dating. It’s time to find The One. It’s either that or buy a habit and veil and abandon the whole thing. But I believe in love, and I’m not ready to give up on it yet. That’s why I agreed to the One Last First Date pact. I’m going to marry the next guy I date.
Necessary? Heck, yes.
After months of searching, I find the ideal candidate: Parker Hamilton. He’s good-looking, smart, cultured–and a doctor. But I’m not taking any chances. I’ve vetted him so thoroughly I could offer some pointers to the CIA. He passes with flying colors, and our romance begins.
Enter Will Jordan, my irritating work colleague who thinks it’s fine to muscle in on my dream job and my love life. I’ll admit, his good looks and relaxed, easy nature can be distracting. But I can do without that kind of distraction right now, no matter how good he looks with his shirt off.
And he does look good.
Problem is, the more I get to know Will, the more I like him, even if I know Parker’s The One.
I just need to keep reminding myself that.