I'm pretty sure my friend is trying to set me up with her boyfriend's older brother. Which would be fine. If I hadn't just gotten out of a relationship. And, if said older brother hadn't ridden with me in an ambulance after I had a seizure a few weeks ago. Oh, and let's not forget about the fact that I work with his oldest daughter, either. Because that's not weird at all. My friend says I'm being prickly. That he's a catch and deserves a real chance. And honestly? She's right on both counts. He's annoyingly gorgeous, and has the personality of a golden retriever, which happens to be my favorite dog, not that it matters. Because I refuse to cross that bridge and date him. But friends? Sure. I can do friends. If I don't strangle him first. More than that, though? Well, it's not gonna happen. Or at least that's what I thought, until we find ourselves sharing his bed in a raging snow storm... Yeah. I'm in trouble.
