He’s my best friend’s brother.
A tattooed bartender.
So not my Mr. Right.

I’m the girl who has six planners, a to-do list a mile long, and a master life plan so thick, I had to buy a binder for it. Parker Manning is my opposite—and now I’m supposed to find him a match.

He’s tall, built, and gorgeous. He was America’s favorite men’s tennis pro a few years back, and he still pops up in magazines… eight-pack abs and all. Women drool over Parker. I’ve seen it happen. Repeatedly.

Should be easy to find him a wife, right?

Wrong.

Now I’m stuck in this log cabin with him, pestering him for answers he won’t give. Like… Why does he keep cat treats in his pocket, if he doesn’t even own a cat? It doesn’t help that I keep thinking about that time ten years ago when we kissed…

I’m a professional matchmaker and I will complete my assignment. Playing tennis with Parker under the stars isn’t part of my plan. Also not in my plan? Gazing into his eyes. Flirting over coffee. Cuddling on the couch. But sometimes, even the best-laid plans turn sideways.

Or… upside down completely.