Branston Bandits

I have a great life. I've fulfilled my dream of running my own coffee shop-slash-library in my hometown, I own my own home, and I have the best group of friends a girl could ask for. Everything is perfect. Or it was. When a neighboring town starts its very own professional football franchise, he gets himself traded to be the starting quarterback of the Branston Bandits. And before I know it, he's purchased the house next door, moving in with a neighborly smile like he didn't destroy me all those years ago.

Clean cut, all-American, hot as sin, and sweet enough to lick all over. That's how my friend Skye describes Miles Blake. It's how I'd describe him, too, if I didn't just find out the one-night stand that rocked my world is my best friend's fiancé's best friend—God, what a mouthful. Now, the cat's out of the bag, and despite the lingering attraction between us, I've locked him firmly in the friend zone.

When I let my most embarrassing secret slip to the person I wanted it kept from most of all. Damn you, tequila. I'm a grown woman. I turned thirty this year, and I've been running my own business for the last decade, a dream I made a reality all on my own. I have an amazing group of friends. Life is good. I'm happy. Well, except for one little problem I'm still a virgin. How did this happen? How did I manage to live this long without ever making it past second base? I don't know. Maybe it just never felt right. Maybe I was waiting for something. Or someone.