My fiancé left me at the altar.

But I take my honeymoon anyway—why waste the trip?

The eye candy in the suite next to me shows up at my door half-dressed looking for his dog.

But as I'm trying to find my words, his dog comes running down the hall. Eye candy winks at me and then disappears back into his room.

That night, the urge to bake Christmas cookies hits me hard even though the roads are a little slick, I drive down to the 24/7 supermarket and find all I need to satisfy my craving.

On the way back, my car slides on the ice instead of stopping at a red light and Eye Candy's dog runs right in front of me. She manages to get out of the way, but Eye Candy does not.

I hit him, but at least he's still alive.

He has a concussion, and I ruined his vacation.

Maybe cookies will help.

But the way his eyes rove over me when I deliver them tell me it's not the cookies he wants.