The selection of eligible bachelors in a small town was limited, but best friends were even harder to come by. Chastity—People say that you can tell a lot about a person by their name. Their assumptions about me would only be partially incorrect. A shy nature and lack of experience played into my name perfectly. My thoughts and who they were directed at were a different story. My best friend and I had been inseparable through our childhood and teens. We did everything together, celebrated triumphs and consoled failures, and shared our deepest secrets, except for one. Stupid Cupid had struck me with an arrow for the worst possible person on the planet… her dad! I’d known Rhett my entire life, but something had happened last Valentine’s Day and I suddenly viewed him as the strong, confident, sexual being that he was. And I’d suffered for an entire year trying to mentally stick him back in the untouchable dad category. With another Valentine’s Day around the corner, my best friend had left our small town for the big city she’d always dreamed of, and I was finding it harder and harder to get her dad off my mind. Rhett—Single-dad life was tough, but I’d successfully raised my daughter into a confident adult who was ready to live the life she’d dreamed of, and that was far away from our small town. What I hadn’t anticipated was her sweet and innocent best friend blossoming into an incredibly beautiful young adult. So when I found myself falling for her, I was biding my time for her to move away like all the other teens did when they graduated. But she had other plans. With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, I was finding it impossible to resist the intelligent, demure, gorgeous woman Chastity had become. After catching her staring at me, I was certain I wanted to be the man to help her prove that names didn’t define a person.