Hounding Hank

Matchmaking Mamas helped my best friend, Maverick, and his rival neighbor find love. If they can help those two, it should be a piece of cake to find me a guy, right? The dating pool of available men is small, but finally, after weeks of waiting, the Mamas come through for me. Hank is sweet and charming via text, and we instantly connect over our love of dogs. And when I lay eyes on him for our first date—holy heck, is he hot! It seems like a perfect match. Until Hank gets a look at me and just about swallows his tongue--and not in a good way. Hank was expecting to meet a woman. Instead, he got me. The Matchmaking Mamas have epically screwed the pooch, and left Hank and me to clean up the mess. But there's a friendship in the making that might be worth all the trouble—if I can just keep my inconvenient attraction under wraps. I don't want to hound Hank about my unreciprocated feelings, but the closer we get, the more I start to wonder... Could Hank still be my Prince Charming, or am I barking up the wrong tree?