Why, yes, I am a doctor. Want me to kiss it better? It’s always been an unacknowledged perk of the MD behind my name that it’s also a kitty magnet. I’ve got my pick of the litter. I only have one rule, and that’s to keep dating and work in different sandboxes. I learned that lesson the hard way once, and I wouldn’t have made it through med school if I needed to be told twice. But everything about Mia makes me dumb. Everything about the hot, bookish gynecologist makes me think NSFW thoughts that just won’t quit. I try throwing myself into my work. Playing as much pickup soccer as I can handle. But it isn’t long before I’m breaking all my rules to get just one more taste of Mia. We’re headed for a reckoning. I’m about to earn a new degree: in love.

She’s my sister’s best friend… The night we hooked up was definitely the best in my life. But you know sisters—they make things complicated. So Maeve and I called it one and done, and for the sake of their friendship, we pretended it never happened. It’s pretty easy to develop a routine. We joke around, make fun of each other. And I never let on that I know what Maeve looks like without her clothes—or how often I think about it. I’m starting to think we pulled it off when out-of-the-blue she sashays back into my jewelry store. The visit starts like normal. The banter. The teasing. But then she invites me to a party. And what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t walk her home after? Let’s be real—I’m no gentleman. And Maeve is no lady. The kind of teasing we’re doing now is dangerous. This is fast becoming a frenemies-with-benefits situation. It’s complicated enough before my sister decides to set us up… with other people. We can only keep our secret for so long. I’m starting to think there might be a diamond in all this rough. But Maeve never lets me have the last word...

She’s the perfect fiancée… except for the perfect stranger part. Being single wasn’t a problem until it was… to my new boss. So I picked the hottest girl out of the crowd, as though there was any chance she wasn’t already promised to some other hot shot. Turns out she was what the ladies call a unicorn. Single, willing to play along, and oh so dedicated to her role as my wife-to-be. In dinners with the boss and even more so in the executive suite. It’s the perfect limited time arrangement. Except I can’t seem to get enough. I can’t stop picturing more, and more. So do I let her slip away forever? Or do I tell her I’m ready to stop faking the BS and make us the real deal?