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Most people would probably be embarrassed to land themselves back in their hometown and working at a pizzeria after an ugly divorce. Not me. It's home, and I have one last shot to make Wren Daniels see me as more than just her brother's best friend. When the opportunity to show her what's been right in front of her this whole time presents itself, I take it, holding nothing back this time. Wren thinks we're pretending, but there's nothing fake about the way I feel. After all, she's always had . . . a pizza my heart. Contains mature themes.

I hate Drew Woods, and she hates me. Too bad I'm not the cold jerk most make me out to be. When she needs help, I have no problem moving the single mom and her baby into my home despite how she makes me feel. Alive. She's too mouthy, too nosy, and her curves are way too distracting for my own sanity. Giving in to Drew would be a short-lived fix, and I need something permanent to heal my pain. I'd be insane to think we could be anything more than temporary . . . right? Contains mature themes.

It was just supposed to be one night. No kissing. No feelings. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am tangled in the sheets and we go our own ways. Only it's a small town, and I was bound to run into the irresistible Porter Jones again. I just didn't expect it to be at my job interview... which he's conducting. Now the live-in nanny to his adorable seven-year-old daughter, I'm doing my best to avoid falling for his charms. Except it's much harder than either of us anticipated. What's a few romps between friends? No kissing. No feelings. Just fun. Sounds simple, right? Right...

Jonas Schwartz isn't just good at playing football. He's also good at playing hearts, and four years ago, he played mine like it was the easiest game of his life. Brokenhearted, I ran off to art school, swearing to forget about my one-off secret weekend with the star quarterback. I'd heard whispers about his injury, but I never expected Jonas to return to our hometown to rehab his knee, and I certainly never thought he'd show up on the other side of my door with a pizza in hand. He looks good. Better than before. Whatever-I'm over him. I've completely moved on. I just wish my heart would get the memo...

Dating is hard. Dating in a small town? Impossible. Leave it to my little brother to come back home announcing he knocked up his fiancee and the wedding has been moved . . . to next month. When he tries to set me up with one of his football buddies, I tell him I'll be bringing my own plus-one. Only problem? I'm hopelessly single. Enter Sullivan Scott, AKA my hero. We strike a deal: he'll pretend to be my boyfriend, and I'll use my mechanic skills to help him fix his boat. That's it. No funny business, and definitely no feelings involved. Sully's quiet and reserved, and I've been told I'm too much to handle on a good day. We're opposites, and neither of us is looking for anything serious. I'm certain we can keep this strictly platonic . . .