As a single mom of two, my me-time is sacred. Especially when I volunteer to help my best friend plan her wedding in her small-town. I guess it's a good thing that my guilty pleasures involve staying up late to devour all the love stories I can. I don't have time for real life romance. And the idea of there being a Mr. Right for me is purely fictional. Proof of there being no hope for my love life? My neighbor for the summer: playboy...