She invented Mr. Rightjust in time for the holidays.
Every tangled web starts with one tiny white lie. The kind you spin when youre desperate.
One day I, Mia DAngelo, third-year pediatric resident, was telling my mom that Id finally met the perfect guy. Gushing about how amazing he was. And how happy I was.
It was all true. Until my perfect guy, Dr. Braxton Hughes, turned out to be my co-worker and my only competitor for a spot in the best practice in townand then suddenly I was dumpedagain. But I kept going with the stories, to get her through a very tough time.
My moms health crisis ended, and just when I thought things had settled down, my family wanted to meet my wonderful boyfriend for Christmas.
So I asked (okay, begged) just about every male I knew under forty, except of course for Brax.
Dont get me wrong. I could always count on him in a pinch. At work, that is.
Brax is an amazing pediatrician, but he would never fit the bill as a boyfriend. Maybe in looks. And charm. And his big heart. The problem is that hes the biggest commitment-phobe this side of the Mississippi.
Hes the kind of guy I would definitely never take home for Christmas. Thered be no kissin under the mistletoe, no canoodling under the tree—because my heart could not survive falling for him again.
My car is packed and Im down to no one, when magically, there he is, duffle in hand, melt-me smile on his face.
Oh, joy.
Keeping it professional is going to be a whole lot harder than I thought. Especially when he charms my parents, my whole family, and even my dog.
And Dr. Wrongwell, hes suddenly looking awfully right.
