Let’s just say that when it comes to Valentine’s Day – I’m not a fan. Love and romance aren’t high on my list of priorities. Truth be told, they don’t even make the list. And I’m totally fine with my life as a singleton.

If it wasn’t for this catering gig, there’s no way on earth I’d be out at a Valentine’s Day party. But here I am, smiling, and serving food in a ballroom covered with red tablecloths and way too many roses.

Then I meet Derek in all his cleft chin, model-cheekboned, melty-eyed glory. The world recedes as I lose myself in his gaze…but I snap back to reality in the next instant. Good thing I’m not in the market for a relationship. End of story.

Except it’s not even close to the end of the story because before the night is over, a helpless dog brings Derek and me together again. It’s doesn’t take me long to realize he’s more than simply a great-looking guy in a tuxedo. Now I’m faced with a huge choice. Should I stay on my chosen course of safe isolation or open my heart to the possibility of love?