There's one thing I've learned in life: men may come and men may go, but pizza is forever. Particularly when you have a problem.

Mine is that I can't fall in love. Unless you count pizza. Because I definitely love me some pizza.

What was I saying? Oh, yeah, that's right. My little problem.

After my latest failed attempt at love—with a man, not food—I needed a break, not just from dating, but from my life. What better time to take a vacation than when you realize you're defective?

That's how I ended up visiting my best friend, Cam. And how I found Ben Murphy. For the first time in my life, I felt more yearning for a man than I did for a deep dish supreme with extra cheese and it was scary as hell.

But unlike a pizza, Ben has the ability to break my heart.