I don't do one-night stands, but I just served my ex divorce papers.

When my paddleboard floats into a gorgeous stranger's dock and I accidentally pull him into the lake with me, I take it as a sign that maybe I should bend my rules.

After all, they say there's no better way to get over a man than by getting under a different man. And this man who makes superheroes look like they need to put more effort in at the gym.

He's everything a woman could ask for: unbearably sexy, attentive and oh-so-giving. Maverick is the best bad decision I've ever made.

That is until he shows up in the college class I'm teaching.