#1 Rule of Matchmaking: Never fall for your client. Especially when he’s your childhood crush and your best friend.
After my ex dumps me in front of the whole town, my matchmaking business is skating on thin ice.
To save it, I rope in my far-too-single best friend, Asher.
Finding him a match should be easy. He’s six-foot-three of pure trouble, with eight-pack abs sharper than all my matchmaking skills.
And it really shouldn’t bother me. Oh, except he was my first crush.
But he made it clear I’m just friend material. We even made a pact: no dating each other.
EVER.