The Thing About Love

The whole stethoscope-and-white coat thing isn't my cup of tea. I prefer a man with an artistic vein in his body. 9 - 5 hours. And I can definitely do without the half-lidded, sleepy bedroom eyes. (Okay, so those are kind of sexy.)Tall, dark, and handsome doesn't change the fact that he's arrogant, cocky, and rude. Not that I care, but he's made it clear he wants nothing to do with a quirky girl like me, which is why he said no.
Turns out no isn't an option. I have a quickie wedding to plan, and Dr. Jake Kissinger doesn't have a choice. He looks at our situation like he's stuck with me, but in reality, I'm stuck with him. Stuck with his pouty mouth. His long, lean body. And stuck with those loose, low riding scrub pants. (Okay, so the doctor thing is growing on me.)When spending time together turns into more than it should, I know I'm in trouble.
He isn't supposed to make my heart pound. I'm not supposed to make him look twice. And we aren't supposed to spend the night together. (Okay, so he has more than one artistic vein in his body, and other places.)Falling for him is definitely a mistake. Here's the thing.Jake is unavailable, and I know it. Just not in the way you might think. I guess you can't have your cake and eat it too.