What’s it like to be in love? Since I’m the one asking the question, it’s probably obvious that I don’t know. Or didn’t. Until I met Lincoln, the ruggedly handsome bar owner who is kind and respectful and so unlike any of the guys I know in the city. When I visited Great Oaks, Montana for two weeks, it was to get away from men. Specifically the man I was dating for three months before he told me he was engaged. Then I ran into Lincoln and thought, why not have a little fun while I’m here? We can casually hookup until I head home. Except, Lincoln doesn’t do hookups. He’d rather be “just friends” to avoid either of us getting hurt. Until we agree to fake date for his family reunion and the lines between us get blurred. And Lincoln tells me he wants more. He wants all of me, including my heart. But that’s the one thing I don’t think I can give him.