Will I thought I had it all figured out. The girlfriend, the dog, the house. I had my eyes on that picket fence life. That is, until the rug was firmly yanked out from under me. Now I’m single, headed into the worst season of the year, all alone. But when I see her face, I can’t stop myself from reaching out, offering her a solution to both of our problems. Taylor It’s only a job. He’s only a job. Then why does it feel so good to be with him? And why, after our date, does he still keep coming around? It isn’t logical, but then again, I guess love usually doesn’t. When questions about me surface, forcing Will to see the reality behind our relationship, will our love stand the test?