Emerett “Lake” Lakewood has a healthy ego and a flair for the dramatic. After losing his best friend to marriage—completely crushing his heart—he deems it prudent to distract himself, and what better way than playing cupid?
He’s already got his eye on two young men desperately seeking romance, and he has a plan to hook them up.
Barbecues. Photoshoots. Reciting Shakespearean love declarations.
Lake is killing it. Love is positively pulsing in the air. Anyone could see it.
Well, anyone other than Knight, his best friend’s dad, who cautions Lake to stop meddling. To leave love to its natural course.
Lake has always valued Knight’s frankness, but this time he’s wrong. Without him, two hearts might be doomed never to find love.
Besides, what does Knight know about romance? He’s barely dated in all the seven years Lake’s known him. He’s clueless.
Though, there’s a thought. Knight has everything going for him. Sensibility. Kindness. Generosity. And for a forty-four-year-old, he’s—objectively—freaking hot.
Why is he single?
“. . . [T]here may be a hundred different ways of being in love.”
~ Jane Austen
And a hundred different ways not to recognize it.
“It won’t happen the same way twice. But bring on the falling in love.”
Knight eyed him inquisitively. “For yourself this time?”
Lake barked out a laugh. “I’m never interested in the guys who are into me. Most are only into my looks.” He waved a hand from his dark hair and model-like face to his perfectly proportioned body, blowing out a frustrated breath. “Love is supposed to be this amazingly powerful thing—and it happens all the time—but I’ve never felt it. Not with any of my exes. It’s not for me.”
Lake shoved a nervous hand through his hair, avoiding Knight’s expression. No doubt he’d give logical advice on the situation, but Lake didn’t want to hear it.
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