I had my life figured out.
Engaged to a successful man.
About to make partner at my firm.
Bought a high-rise apartment in downtown Denver.
And then, poof, it's all gone.
Now, like in some cheesy romantic comedy, my car has broken down in the pouring rain on my way to find myself in The Middle of Nowhere, Texas.
Cue hot guy coming to my rescue and changing my tire.
This is the part where we flirt and have a meet-cute, right? That's how it works in romance novels, a.
