Jonah Bennett is a virgin. At twenty-seven, his inexperience is the most humiliating secret Jonah has. The men he's met always want to move faster than he does, and after one particularly disastrous first date, he's forced to turn to his best friend for help. Spencer is one of the few people Jonah trusts, but when he confesses his secret, Jonah fears their friendship may be over.

Ethan Bennett plays guitar, barbecues, and owns a diner. He's a widower whose life still revolves around his sons, but he wouldn't have it any other way. When Mickey, a younger man his son had been helping shows up at the diner, cold to the bone, thin as a rail, Ethan knows he can't send him away. He expects to help Mickey out for a while, what he doesn't expect is the way the quiet younger man occupies his every waking moment.

Colby Bennett is straight. At twenty-five, he’s the middle of three boys raised by a single father. He’s always been a jock, so managing a gym feels like his calling. If only being a big brother were as easy. When Colby stumbles on his younger brother trying on feminine clothing, Taylor is angry and embarrassed. Looking for a way to make amends, Colby seeks the help of a new gym member whose eyeshadow and shimmering lips capture his attention.

Asher Bennett thought his relationship was just fine. Until he’s unceremoniously dumped at the Boston airport ahead of the world-wide travel competition reality show, The Epic Trek. Armed with only a ticket and righteous indignation, Asher finds the closest solace he can: a mimosa and mozzarella sticks combo at an airport TGI Fridays. Still, Asher is determined to find a new partner and luckily, right in front of him is a smooth-talking airline pilot ready for takeoff.

If there’s one thing I don’t need upsetting my quiet and comfortable routine in the small town of Darling, Montana, it’s newcomer Ash Alcott crash landing on my family’s ranch like some sort of blonde angel. I don’t need his flirting. Or his smile. I don’t need the way he makes me question whether or not I’m truly happy being alone at forty. I certainly don’t need to be giving him riding lessons or appreciating the meals he cooks for the ranch.