This whole date thing was new to her. Yes, she’d been out with men before, but it never went well. Juliett didn't believe in lying to men, and when they asked about her life, what she did for a living, and anything else personal, she would drop the bomb. Then…they ran. Literally. She’d had a man leave, ditching her with the tab and the cab ride home—alone. Juliett refused to get too excited about that evening’s plans, since she was pretty sure they would end badly. The odds weren’t in her favor. What were the chances that a sexy man would find her attractive, entertaining, and special? Slim to none. So, when she found herself nervously pacing, she wanted to take a pill, or a shot of something. Anything. Why was she so stirred up? Why was she tied up in knots?
