A drunk, crying bride in a bar. That was me, after running away from my own wedding. Luckily, the handsome bartender took pity on me. He dragged me home to sleep it off. He fed me breakfast the next day. He listened to my sob story. And, when he found out what happened, he offered me a place to stay. So now I’m temporary roommates with a hot, sympathetic, hot, generous, and did I mention *hot* bartender. I’ve never felt this way about someone before. I’ve never had such confusing, exhilarating feelings. All of a sudden, being temporary roommates isn’t enough. I know I can’t rely on his kindness forever, though. After all, I’m supposed to get married. My parents will never forgive me if I don’t. I have a life I need to get back to. But how am I supposed to let him go when he gets me so hot and bothered?