One-night stands and booty calls are as far as I commit. I'm not the guy you bring home to Mom. I'm the one you look for when you want naughty kisses and whispered sweet-nothings, and hell, baby, I deliver. Each and every time. Or at least I used to. Before my brother talked me into hiring a new waitress whose whiskey eyes have been driving me as crazy as the sight of her in those jeans. She's everything I didn't think I would want. There's no warming...