Don't drink and text.

Even on the cusp of forty, I had to learn that the hard way. After discovering my best friend--who I was supposed to grow old and single with--got engaged, I drowned my loneliness in one too many Old Fashioneds and woke up with thirty-nine responses from every available man in my phone. Including my plumber.

Apparently, my liquor-infused text said that while I don't need a man, maybe I'd be down for a constant sidekick for movies, plus-one invites, and dinner on the table after my grueling shifts as a concierge doctor--till death do us part. And two men are interested.

Behind Bachelor Door #1 is my old high school crush: the comfortable, dependable boy-next-door. Behind Bachelor Door #2 is the exciting, flashy news reporter about to hit it big. But Dax, the local bartender--who got me into this disaster in the first place--can't believe I've given up on finding true love. But what does a tattooed, broody twentysomething know about carving out a future for yourself, anyway?

Now the further I get into this hot mess, the less I know about who I am. And I'm going to have to figure out exactly what I need if I ever want to find a true happily ever after.