I’m on a mission of self-discovery…at least, I think I am.

But my dream of writing front page newspaper articles is being overshadowed by my lackluster job at the local radio station. And cupcakes have turned on me, adding to my waistline rather than my happiness.

And then there’s Mike, the guy who took over the coveted breakfast radio show. I don’t like him. His constant attempts at friendship and offers of going for a beer make me doubt his motives. Not to mention he’s way too clinical and kind, and I’m pretty sure he irons his jeans.

We have nothing in common. And it’s not like we’re going to go out a few times and realize we actually find each other interesting.

Besides, why would I need a gorgeous, strong, muscled, ex-drill sergeant who would be able to save me from a potentially dangerous situation…when I have cupcakes?