You know when you have too much to drink at a wedding and wake up in bed with your way-too-young research assistant and an evil guy from your past? Yeah, me neither. Okay, fine. It totally happened. Nothing to worry about. I fled the scene of the crime and am committed to pretending it never happened. At least until the men have other ideas. Braeden is the perfect man, but ten years too young for me me. Noah is my age, but the most imperfect man I’ve ever met. One might even call him evil (and in fact, I have done that). And as memories from our wild night at the wedding haunt me, I must keep pretending to Braeden while we’re at work, and Noah as he starts to somehow infiltrate my social life. It would be a terrible idea to start dating them both, right?