Let’s just take a quick inventory of my life.

 

I recently got divorced, fell on my ass in front of a hot guy, scared a baby stripper during a lap dance, flirted while returning an email, and gained a stalker.

 

Oh yeah, my new bodyguard makes my lady bits clench, and of course, he’s off limits. Douglass, Dugger to his friends, has a strict company policy he won’t break. All the time spent in these close quarters just solidifies the fact that behind the hot, bad-boy façade is the perfect man.

 

Jeez. How long does it take to find a friggin’ stalker? About as long as it takes for hearts to get involved.