How the hell did I end up on TV faking like I'm not falling for the world's sexiest shrink?

Yeah, I agreed to live at an old cult compound and let cameras tail me around, but a plotline about a grumpy single dad finding love? Big nope. All I want is a brewery to run and a fresh start with my daughter. Just toss me the keys, keep the psych sessions short, and remind me again why I can't fall for Dr. Mari Judson.

At least I'm not alone. She's as thirsty as I am for what's brewing between us, but Mari runs scared when we get close. Something's stopping her, and a woman with secrets is a recipe for heartache. Trust me, I know.

Blame her sexy brain, her quirky parrot, or the way my kid adores her, but I can't quit chasing Mari. It's bound to blow up like a can of Kolsch tossed down the stairs, so why can't we stay apart?

And why do I think the good doc is hiding something huge?