I’ve got a bone to pick with the dude in charge. Cupid, Aphrodite, the head of some twisted Hallmark social experiment: this Valentine’s Day, some cosmic force is poking around where they don’t belong. How else do you explain my rare trip home getting sidetracked by a once-in-a-lifetime air marshal showdown? Now I’m sharing a van ride to Pecan Hill with some Victoria’s Secret-type preacher’s daughter. Or, at least, I was sharing a ride home. That was before the snowstorm hit and we got stuck in some nowhere small town. That was before we learned there was only one bed available for us. A heart-shaped one. Positioned under a mirrored ceiling. Seriously. Look, Teagan is a good girl and I don’t have the best track record with those types. I know I need to spare her the destructive force that is my life, and keep the focus on salvaging my vital trip back home. If I get too close to Teagan, I can do irreparable damage. Not just to the adorable good girl… but to my carefully laid plans. As the tattooed one between us I might be the needle aficionado, but can’t Cupid go pierce someone else with his arrow this Valentine’s Day?