A week away at a beach rental with my best girlfriends was just what I needed. It was supposed to be nothing but sun, surf and sangria for days. What I did not need was the funny, smart, handsome, young…very, very, young, man and his friends who were renting the house next door. One neighborly drink turned into two, turned into walks on the beach and now I don’t know what’s happening, but I know I’m scared to death. Can one week at the beach really turn into happily ever after?