Ninety-two days. Thirteen weeks. That's how long it's been since I lost my loved one, my best friend. All I could do was get my ass out of bed and get back to work, but I know Cooper would want me to move on with my life. I think he would even be happy if he knew who I want to move forward with. Although, the object of my affection may not be at all happy with my choice. He is straight. Or he thinks he is. A terrible womanizer whose face and body ensure a constant flow of willing women at his door. He seems happy to walk through the entire female population. But there's no mistaking the way he looks at me when he thinks I can't see. One way or another, I'll show him what he really wants.