Goal: Find a boyfriend, get married, buy a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, and pop out 2.5 kids. Deadline: Sixty days. That's possible, right?
I'm not going to attempt a shotgun wedding or try to get knocked up by some guy I met on the internet, but there is no doubt that, this year, home for the holidays takes on a whole new, terrifying meaning. I have to travel from New York City-my home and safe haven for the last fifteen years-to my tiny hometown in Vermont for Christmas, my baby sister's wedding, and my high school reunion.
Throw in Callie Camden-aka my high school class's version of Regina George-and it's a recipe for certified disaster. Especially since my mouth ran away from me when she asked me if I'd be bringing someone to our reunion, and I told her to put me down for two. Gah. Now I can't go alone.
But the online dating world is a cesspool of bad manners, speedy hookups, and outright weirdos. Handsome, single, successful-that's what I'm looking for. And it just so happens that my best friend Luke London fits all of the criteria. The only problem is best friends don't kiss . . .
