Everyone knows who the Fisher brothers are; the hottest single bartenders this side of the Santa Monica Pier. Which is exactly why when I run into Ryan Fisher one day at the beach, I intend to steer clear of him and his sexy, playboy ways.
I've heard the rumors. I know his type. I've seen him in action. And I'm not interested.
But Ryan has other ideas. He's convinced that I have him all wrong. But I don't have the luxury of making mistakes when it comes to men. Not anymore. Being a single mom does that to a woman.
There's only room in my life for one boy: and his name isn't Ryan. So why won't he go away and leave me alone already?