Daria My ex taking our daughters to Disney Land is his latest way to prove Dad Rules and Mom Sucks. While they're riding roller coasters, I'm taking a trip of my own—a long deserved island getaway for one. And I'm letting my eldest's swim coaches stay at my place while we're all gone, and their apartment is fumigated. Except a last minute work emergency means I'm stuck at home, rather than lying on a beach enjoying the view. First time I see Colin wandering around the house shirtless, I realize the view has come to me. First time Tanner offers me an entirely different type of vacation—the no-clothes-horizontal-grind kind—I'm so very tempted. But I can't hook up with a man almost a decade younger than me, and definitely not two of them. Can I?

Carly I love being single. I don’t answer to a significant other or any children, and I get to see the world on the company dime. Next stop? Milan. The longer than expected layover in New York is a bit of a bummer, but the night I spend with two strangers from my flight? H.A.W.T. I don’t know which I enjoy more—the way words roll off their tongues in their incredible Italian accents, or the way they use those tongues on me. When I reach my destination, I realize Diego and Raul are my employer’s newest investment. It’s my job to make sure their high-end restaurant opens without a hitch. As long as I’m here, it’s not a big deal if I spend another night—or five—with them, is it? But their five-year-old, Eloise, has a different vision for my future, and hers includes me making a long-term commitment to her daddies. Regardless of what she thinks, when this job is over I have to go back to my life in The States and they’ll stay in Italy. Whether I like it or not.