There's one guy who messes me up. Every time I remember him, I go on a day-drinking bender. Twice a year like clockwork. And the worst part? I never even dated him.

The doubly worst part?

He showed up at the same reunion party. I have a deadline to save my career, a desperate Hail Mary to keep my publisher from dropping me, but all I really want is to sit around with Duke Coleman and pretend I didn't lose my chance with him a decade ago.

The triply worst part?

It's looking suspiciously like I didn't lose my chance at all.