So I forgot about the night I spent with Sylvie Davis… big deal. Listing all of my one-night stands would be impossible. It’s par for the course for any man who decided early in life they’d rather enjoy a buffet instead of a single entrée. But now my boss has ordered me to accompany her back to her hometown. His words: She needs a little help. Translation: I think you could fall for this girl. Leave it to the MC president, and every other chump in this club, to think I need help where women are concerned. They think love is the final answer in this game of life. If you don’t have it you’re losing. I know they’re wrong, but find myself grateful that I agreed to go. It doesn’t take long for an ex to come sniffing around. I say he’s bad news. She says I’m jealous. With the vibes I’m getting from this guy, I find myself hoping she’s right. The alternative is bad for everyone concerned.