When a psychic tells Natalie Nixon her life is about to be upended by a mysterious stranger she laughs it off. After all she has everything she's ever wanted-a successful bakery the perfect boyfriend and the keys to her dream house. Who could possibly make her want to throw all that away?<br><br><br><br>Then Miles Haas comes back to town. But he's no stranger-they've known each other since high school. Plus he's only around for the summer he's still a shameless playboy and he makes a living writing articles for a men's magazine with titles like 'Should You Bang the Boss's Daughter? A Flowchart' and 'Butt Stuff for Beginners: A Field Guide.'<br><br><br><br>Except he makes her laugh like no one else smells like heaven and wears those panty-melting glasses. But he's not the man of her dreams and she's not about to abandon everything she's worked so hard for just for a little fun. She's not that crazy . . . or is she?
