But Tanya had been… well, they’d been dating for over two months, and she was beginning to hint that she maybe wanted to stay the night, and really, the idea wasn’t doing a lot for him. He’d actually planned on bringing a date-really. Unfortunately, he also kept trying to be cupid. Built like a fire hydrant, steady as a rock, and totally in love with the wife who had decorated his home in cutting edge and red and black velvet, if there was a party guy at Ryan’s firm, John was it. I thought you were going to bring a date, buddy! John had to talk loudly over the music, and he was a little drunk, so he was shouting more than necessary. John, the partner in the firm who had invited him, handed him a beer and looked good-naturedly at the paralegal who’d nearly managed to corner Ryan at least three times. If he were really lucky, he might escape the predatory blonde with the big tits and fuck-me pumps too. But right now, his only hope was to flee the damned thing with dignity.

Someday, when he’d gotten a few raises at the law firm, maybe he’d have enough money to buy something like this. It was a nice house-lots of niches and corners and places under stairwells, and dark paneling. He smiled nervously and looked around the handsome remodeled Victorian house that his coworker had invited him to. Can Scotty take this opportunity to teach Ryan one or two more lessons about falling in love? Chapter One But a misunderstanding and some stubborn cuff buttons tangle Ryan up in an oxford shirt at a really inopportune time. After a meet-cute in a bathroom and a whirlwind courtship, Ryan is ready to introduce Scotty to his parents.

The Talker Collection by Amy Lane