A hockey/fake date/not-quite-a-virgin very wrong romantic comedy You know those stories where an adorably misunderstood clumsy girl needs a fake date to a wedding so she asks her brothers best friend and they accidentally fall in love? I wish that was the kind of life I lead, but its not. I dont need a date to a wedding. I need a date to a funeral. Clumsy sometimes fits, but then, thats true for all of us, right? But adorable? No. Misunderstood? Nope again. Im just your average girl, standing in front of a funeral invitation, asking it to be a winning lottery ticket instead. And I dont have a brother, or a best friend with a brother available, which means Im stuck with Tyler Jaeger. Sure, hes a professional hockey player who also knows advanced calculus, but lets say were not compatible and leave it at that. I should know. I am a matchmaker. Not a very good one, but thats beside the point. I know a mismatch when I see one. Still, Tylers what Ive got, and I am not going to this funeral solo, so hes what Ill take. After allwhat could go wrong at a funeral?
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