My fiancée’s death almost killed me. It’s been three years and I still can’t move on. Not with life. And definitely not with love.
But our friends keep pushing me to date. They say it is time. So, I give in to get them off my back. One date with a girl I already don’t like: Tenley Hughes.
My plan? To be the perfect gentleman yet still be the worst date of her life. Then everyone will be happy and I can go back to misery not loving company.
Except the date isn’t bad. And it doesn’t end at one.