You are not the first, and you are definitely not the last.
...And probably you are not the best.
It's never a good idea to take messages scrawled in bar bathrooms personally. Eva Lockart knows this, really she does. Still, such things tend to take on a weird sort of significance when one is in the throes of a panic attack prompted by irrational jealousy of one's boyfriend's ex-wife. Something that's been happening lately—a lot…
Not that Eva has anything to worry about, really. “X” (she has a name, but why dwell on details?) is long gone, and Will loves Eva now—loves her enough, in fact, to want to move in and get married. So, she's got a guy she's crazy about, a thriving business, and “fun” wedding plans to make, including finding an affordable reception site that doesn't have dead animal heads hanging from the walls, a non-poofy dress that adequately corrals her cleavage; and a cake that isn't orange inside. Still, what's a little stress in exchange for wedded bliss? When Eva thinks of all the married people she knows, she's positive that this may turn out to be the biggest mistake of her life because all those “married people” are now either acrimoniously divorced, or seemingly on the brink.
But once the bridal ball is rolling downhill, it's damn near impossible to stop it without getting crushed. And now, the fact that Will's done this once before has Eva running that much faster to make things perfect—and getting herself into more trouble than she ever dreamed possible...
