Monday Night Guy

Parker Kent . . .Deliciously good-lookingBasketball captainComplete and utter jerkI made a vow-a vow to steer clear of guys like Parker. But when he shows up every Monday night at my workplace, that vow is torn to shreds. As much as I'd like to, I can't ignore a customer. At some point, a friendship forms. It's not what I expected; he's not what I expected. Those walls I put up are being torn down piece by piece, allowing Parker into my heart. Am I setting myself up for disaster, or is my Monday-night guy just the antidote my wounded heart needs?