Grace Patterson is not my type. Not only is she a second-grade teacher at the local elementary school, but she's perfect, like untouchable perfect. Everything is please and thank you and Maverick - no one calls me that. And when I allow her to bring that mutt into my house, all I hear is "Did you miss me, baby? Are you hungry, baby? I'll take care of you, baby." What I didn't mention is that she's my best friend's little sister and I'm about twelve years older than her, which makes her completely off-limits. So why I'm suddenly wanting what I can't have is beyond me. Maverick Carter also known as Cap, is the only man who can help me when I find a stray dog on my way home from school. He isn't the easiest to have a conversation with but since my apartment doesn't allow pets, I need him. For now. Until I can figure out what to do with my new-found dog. In the meantime, it's best if I remember he rides a metal monstrosity of a motorcycle and wears a hideous vest with obscene patches all over it and not the way he sounds when I overhear him having sex with another woman. If only it were that easy.