Molly was simply repaying a favor when she agreed to go out with a friend's brother-in-law. But what's a girl to do when she finds herself face to face with Butch Labadee, the jerk of the century? Perhaps bite her tongue and anticipate the moment the date is over and she never has to see him again? Wrong.

Trapped in a desperate situation, Molly needs a hero. She certainly doesn't need Butch. Does she? Was he really the hard-nose he presents himself to be? Or was it possible Butch was afraid of a little feeling called love?