I, Loren Piper, am a hopeless romantic. And I have a terrible habit of falling for the wrong guy. It's official: I just met the man of my dreams. Some might consider our funeral meet-cute a red flag, but not me. I'm almost, nearly, definitely positive we're meant to be together. The problem? He lives ten hours away. The solution? Drop everything and move to be with him. Obviously. Life is wonderful-until I discover the man of my dreams is actually a two-timing rat bag. Now I'm stuck in a new city with a rapidly dwindling bank account and a mother throwing around, "I told you so," every chance she gets. Enter: Elliott Grant. The playboy next door who happens to have a spare room I can actually afford. All I have to do is move in and not fall for him. Simple, right?