One holiday job, one secret crush, one cunning plan.

I think I've always liked Emily as more than just a friend. I lied to myself for years, pushing away the very possibility of more to keep the friendship intact. But denial is the worst kind of torture, and my entire being has had enough. 

She makes my heart race and my stomach flip. The urge to pull her to me and hold her close has never kept me up at night the way it does now. 

And she has no idea. 

To make matters worse, Emily is single again, and she's asked me to be her wingman. 

Enough is enough. 

I'm not sitting on the sidelines again while idiot after idiot attempts to take what's mine. What's always been mine. Emily is gonna see me as her perfect match, and I know how to make that happen. I have a plan.

This is my one and only shot at happily ever after, and I have to take it before it's too late. 

But you know that saying about well-laid plans. What if I end up pushing her away?