Put a finger down if you've ever been a single woman who got stuck in a New York City elevator in the middle of a summer blackout with your former high school sweetheart-whom you haven't seen in years-while pregnant with a baby that isn't biologically yours. And you can't believe how handsome that blast from your past is, so you unwittingly flirt with him a little even though your life is so crazy complicated you're barely keeping your head above water, but everything about him makes you think you could totally still be in love with him.

*puts a finger down*

What? Just me?

Needless to say, my current status is thorny. And no, I didn't miss how close that word is to another one.

Even though he's the epitome of tall, dark, and incredibly handsome, Remington Winslow has been a single bachelor for most of his life. It's clichd and basic-until you consider the fact that once upon a terrible time, he got left at the altar.

He doesn't do relationships. He definitely doesn't fall in love.

And I'm just trying to survive a tangled web of unexpected motherhood and running one of the top real estate firms in the city that never sleeps.

He's the jaded guy who doesn't want to settle down, and I'm the career-focused woman with more baggage than a 747 can hold.

We're just two friends who used to be in love.

Now, if someone would tell my hormones I'm not a teenager anymore, I'd be set.