The Redo

If you are a single woman who has ever been pregnant with a child that isn't biologically yours and got trapped in an elevator in New York City during a summer blackout with your high school sweetheart, whom you haven't seen in years, put your finger down. And since you find that flashback from your past so attractive, you unintentionally start flirting with him. Despite the fact that your life is so chaotic that you're barely hanging on, there's something about him that gives you the impression that you may still be in love.

*Depresses a finger*

How come? Only me?

Needless to say, I'm in a difficult situation right now. And no, the similarity of that term to another one is not lost on me.

Remington Winslow is the definition of tall, dark, and very gorgeous, yet he has spent the most of his life alone. It seems trite and simple, but then you remember that he was abandoned at the altar once, in a really bad situation.

Relationships are not his thing. He does not, in fact, fall in love.

And all I'm doing is attempting to manage one of the best real estate companies in the never-sleeping metropolis while navigating the complex web of unexpected parenthood.

I am the career-focused lady with more baggage than a 747 can carry, and he is the jaded guy who doesn't want to settle down.

We are simply two former lovers who are pals.

I would be set if someone could inform my hormones that I am no longer an adolescent.