There are friends who are just buddies.

People who you’ve known for years, with whom you have no mutual attraction. They’re your crew. Your team. Your mates. And then there are the friends who you would do in a New York minute if you could — but they’re often hooked up when you’re free, and vice versa. Vic was one of those for me. Whenever I had cut myself loose from a relationship, he was blissfully entangled with someone new. When he was free, I was taken. It was uncanny. The romantic gods seemed to be laughing at us.

Until last week.

I’d heard that he and his latest had parted ways. My boyfriend and I had called it quits at nearly the same time. I needed to find a way to let Vic know I was his for the plucking. As that thought flickered through my mind, an invitation... Read More