I've never made good life choices. I call it being spontaneous, but the truth is, I fail at everything I touch. Bad jobs. Bad roommates. Terrible men. This move from New York City to Jewel Lakes County, NY, is supposed to be a fresh start. Only I don't know anything about opening a vintage clothing store, and the only one willing to help is know-it-all builder Chris Slade. The only thing more annoying than Chris making me plan things out is how much I think about him when he’s not around. And how much I want him when he is.