Foley Sanders loves his mom, his best friend, and cars. His job at Webster’s garage is a little slice of greased heaven, and he’s been content for years. But watching his friends find happily ever after has him dwelling on the statuesque firecracker with a hate-on for men.
Cynthia Nichols is tired of feeling defensive about her size, so she’s decided to quit dating. But that doesn’t mean she hasn’t noticed the annoyingly sexy giant whose cars are crowding her lot. Apologetic, persistent Foley charms her into a date… that goes horribly wrong.
Cyn might act as if she doesn’t like him, but her heated glances tell a different story. Before she knows it, Cyn is falling for Foley. Hard. But guys like Foley don’t date bigger girls, and he’s got a shady past—filled with skinny blondes. When things move too far too fast, she ends things before he can crush her heart into tiny pieces.
Foley knows Cyn is the woman for him. But if she won’t believe in herself, how can she believe in him loving her? Then tragedy strikes, and he’s not sure of anything anymore.