Shaw isn't his friend-until Ross discovers he's so much more. Ross Stanton is having a bad week-a bad month-really, a bad year. But the last thing he wants, after the betrayal of his friend and business partner, is for anyone else to know just how much he's fighting for survival. He's struggling to keep his food truck and to maintain appearances, but what Ross doesn't realize is that Shaw Finley, the bartender from the Funky Cup, has seen right through his charade. Shaw offers the couch in his apartment over the bar, suggesting that saving money on rent might help salvage Ross' failing prospects. Even though he doesn't really consider them friends, Ross discovers that Shaw is great to talk to, easy to look at, and he likes him. Late nights and lazy mornings and evenings with only the polished wood of the bar between them lead to an attraction that Ross can't deny-and that Shaw doesn't even try to. But falling in love isn't as easy as falling into bed together, and Ross isn't even sure what he feels is love, until he figures out that it couldn't possibly be anything else.