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his. It all worked perfectly fine until I found him buddy-fucking another person.
    He was my safety net. Because we rarely spent any time together outside of each other’s pants, there was no cause for a conversation or anything that would bring us together intimately. Ross was safe and he was stable—for a few months, at least.
    Since we “broke up,” I knew in my heart that ‘one person, one time’ was the rule I had to go by. Then there was really no chance for anything to get intimate.
    Until fate stepped in and threw Tyler in my path for a second time. Fate’s Big Fuck-Up is the only appropriate way to describe this whole situation.
    Fate’s a bitch. Truly, she is. I bet she’s sitting with a glass of wine, watching me keep to the confines of the relationships I’ve set myself. She’s seen how well I’ve been doing and has decided to shake it up a little… Or a lot.
    I can only be thankful for the short introductions Tyler and I had. If I knew his last name, it would be far too tempting. I could ask Sheila, sure, but I can’t. That has to be my challenge, how I stay in the box. Don’t ask Sheila. Don’t find out his name.
    Do not be tempted.
    I snatch up my ringing phone. “Hello?”
    “Liv!” Dayton cries down the phone. “This is a disaster! Everything is going wrong!”
    Good morning, Bridezilla.
    “What’s happened? Wait, no. Hang on. I’ll come over.”
    “Oh, God,” she moans. I imagine her tugging at her hair in frustration.
    “Give me five minutes.” I hang up and sigh.
    I don’t know who’s more stressed over this wedding—her or me. If there’s not something going wrong, like the bridal store ordering in the wrong size shoes, then she’s asking me a bunch of questions about the bridal shower and bachelorette party.
    Are they done yet? Have I organized anything? Do I have any idea what I’m doing?
    Someone needs to remind her that shit is a surprise.
    I brush my hair from my face and dump some biscuits in Angus’s bowl in response to his incessant mewing. “Oh, don’t look at me that way,” I say at his affected look. “You can’t always have the canned food. There’s nothing wrong with cat biscuits, you little snob.”
    Besides, I need to visit the store. Later.
    I get behind the wheel of my car and head in the direction of Dayton’s apartment. Given the distress in her voice, the fuck-up is a good one, so I brace myself for a meltdown. I even check my glove box at some lights for a bottle of Tylenol.
    I park in the underground parking lot next to her BMW and key in the unlock code for Aaron’s penthouse elevator. And yes, I roll my eyes. A keypad for an elevator.
    “Tell Aaron he needs to get rid of that keypad. It’s so stupid,” I say, walking into the apartment without knocking.
    Dayton waves her hand. “Whatever. Liv, disaster. It’s a disaster.”
    “What, did the venue burn down or something?”
    She shoots an evil look my way at my sarcasm. “Knowing my luck, it probably will. If she weren’t forbidden from any contact with us, I’d put my money on Naomi fucking around with my plans.”
    “So what’s the problem?” I sit opposite her at the bar.
    “The caterer is going out of business.”
    Well, shit. That’s a kick in the balls right there.
    “Aaron Stone is paying him to cater for his wedding and he’s going out of business?” I raise my eyebrows.
    “I just… Where am I going to find anyone able to cater for us at short notice?”
    “Um, it’s not like it’s tomorrow.”
    She groans and clicks at her laptop. “No, no, no!” She drops her head to the bar. “Why is this so hard for them to get right? Champagne and ivory are not the same color. The seat sashes are supposed to be champagne, not fucking ivory!”
    She is really not having a good day. I pat her shoulder. “There, there, Bridezilla. You have three months still to chew their asses out until they get it right.”
    “Liv, with the amount Aaron is paying them to get it right, I