Yeah, my type is me. Because I'm better off spending my time alone than with a guy. That's why I'm on an open-ended ticket to LA to find a new boutique for my fashion label, Travesty. Not to find a rebound for the breakup I should've seen coming. I'm ready to forget all about dicks...Too bad Ethan Cameron sinks that dream before I get on the plane. The gorgeous Westside realtor might be my business partner's brother, but he's the wrong guy to help us. Ethan's smug and self-centered, with a dentist's-wet-dream smile. More women pass through the backseat of his car than through the doors of our SoHo boutique. He's also wrong for me. And the more he thinks he knows me, the more I need to prove he doesn't. I survived private school. Growing up with one parent. Dating a dick. I can survive one month with Ethan. But the more I get to know him, the more I realize he's not the smooth yes-man he pretends to be. And that's dangerous. For my business. For my friends. Maybe even for my heart.
