Hit an egotistical, megalomaniac star Chef over the head with a leg of lamb.
That’s it. The End.
It certainly ended my career in Chicago and landed me back in my small town looking for a new beginning.
And right into the arms of my next door neighbor.
Ryan Gregory, reclusive country rock sensation, and my high school sweetheart.
It might be chemistry, but it certainly wasn’t love.
So sure, now I’m going to have his adorable baby in a few months.
But I wouldn’t let it be love, not ever again with Ryan.
So sure my best friend is conspiring against me, planning our long overdue happily ever after.
There is no way I’m serving up my heart on a platter to Ryan. Again.
So sure he's now my boss and looks even more delicious than I remember.
I know the truth, Ryan has never seen me as anything more than a groupie.
So why can’t I get the man to stay out of my backyard, my bed or my fantasies?