There are three sides to our story: mine, hers, and the truth. This is happens every time I’m with him...eyes wandering, mouths craving, fingers stealing touches. Heartbeats tripping. I want one woman: my best friend, Tess Harlow, the stone cold fox that spins my universe. Instead I’m dating a pop rock icon that checks her reflection in the back of her spoon. I want one man: my best friend, Scout Steele, the number one country music crossover artist of our generation. He put the words hell-raiser-hot on the map. Instead I’m marrying his nemesis. I crossed the line…she short-circuits my heart. He crossed the line; I’m on the same page…sadly, in a different book. Fifteen years is a long time to keep the secret she’s held from me. The gloves are coming off now. It’s a dicey proposition he’s offering, but I can’t do it. I’m living a double standard. I’ve got a roadblock. I want her. I’m taking her! I’m calling it ‘damage control’. My compass points only to him. Too bad I’m travelling in the other direction. I’m about to give her that knock-you-flat feeling. Then he gives me that go-for-broke feeling. Maybe she doesn’t love me. And maybe I don’t believe her.