Seven years ago, I gave my vow to a man.
Except it wasn't a wedding...
Because Brett Jackson was the epitome of anti-marriage--a dirty-talking tattoo artist with a penchant for booze, bimbos and blue-eyed women.
I was none of those.
Guess that's why he walks into my new apartment with my not-so-nice roommate on his arm...as her new boyfriend.
But this is not seven years ago. I'm over him; I really am.
So why does it bother me so much when he catches me naked in my new place?
Why does his searing stare at my body stay with me?
Why am I wishing for a repeat and wanting to break the most important vow I've ever made?
A vow that will break both me and Brett...and turn the Manhattan life I've built for myself upside down.