One

Zoe Hart walked through the familiar lobby of the Oceanix Resort in Pensacola, Florida, but she saw none of its usual elegance and grandeur. She’d woken in a bad mood that morning, which was unusual since she normally loved her birthday. She was twenty-nine today, and despite her best attempts, she was no closer to seducing Dylan Jackson, her best friend and landlord, than she had been last year.

She owned and operated the coffee shop in the Oceanix, Zoe’s Place. Even though she worked her ass off to make it a success, she was also grateful to Dylan for giving her a chance when she was trying to get her business off the ground. All the big coffee chains had vied to open a location in the ultra-high-end resort, but Dylan had believed in her business plan and had celebrated her success every step of the way.

Her close friend and shop manager, Dana Anders, was busy loading the pastry display cases for another busy breakfast rush when Zoe arrived. The comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and her stomach growled in response. For the first time that morning, she took a moment to appreciate her surroundings. She’d designed the interior layout with comfort in mind but had also wanted a place that appealed to a variety of customers. There were tables for her business customers who wanted to work while they drank their espressos, there were sofas for those who were truly enjoying their vacations and wanted to relax while they sipped frappes, and there were overstuffed chairs arranged in cozy seating areas for the groups who were recharging with a latte after a long day at the office or relishing a morning away from the kids. Of course, with their location inside the hotel, they had many customers who visited once and never returned, but she was particularly proud of the loyal local customers who had become like her friends and family.

“Well, well,” Dana murmured as she noticed Zoe’s dejected expression. “The birthday girl doesn’t seem to be in the mood to celebrate this morning.” Her friend patted the counter and sat down on a stool behind it. “Park it right there and tell me all about it.”

Zoe shook her head in disgust. “I’m twenty-nine, still carrying around my big V-card, and I’ve been friend-zoned by the man I’ve secretly lusted after for years. So yeah, not exactly in the mood to celebrate another year of my love life going nowhere.”

“Finally! I can’t believe you’re admitting this. I’ve been waiting forever for you to ask me for help. Whenever I brought it up, you always acted like you had no idea what I was talking about. Oh, and by the way, friend-zoned would be easier to deal with. Some friends have sex together all the time. You’ve been sister-zoned, and that’s the kiss of death if you’re hoping for a fling.”

Zoe planted her hands on the counter and shook her head vehemently. “I haven’t been sister-zoned. I’m still completely and totally in the friend area. Dylan and I are buddies. We talk about all kinds of things you wouldn’t discuss with your sibling.”

Dana clucked her tongue before taking a big drink of the coffee she had sitting nearby. Finally, as if she were talking to a toddler, she said, “Sweetie, when he hangs out with you, does he take calls and texts from other women?”

“Of course.” Zoe ground her teeth, thinking of how much she hated overhearing him employing his sexy laugh on some bimbo of the month.

Putting a hand under her chin, Dana studied her for a moment before asking, “Does he ever tell you anything about his dates? As in bedroom stuff or kink level?”

“Yes, all the time,” Zoe growled. “I guess that proves that he doesn’t see me as his sister, though, right?”

“It’s worse than I thought,” Dana said dramatically. “You’re officially one of the guys. You’ve ceased to have a vagina where he’s concerned.”

“What? No way!” Zoe sputtered. Pointing to her ample chest, she argued, “How could he miss these babies?”

Refusing to back down, Dana fired off, “Does he ever bump you on the shoulder with his fist? Or high-five you?”

Zoe’s mouth went dry and she stared at Dana in growing horror before dropping her head onto the counter. “Oh God, I’m just like one of his guy friends,” Zoe mumbled in despair. “You’re absolutely right. I might as well have a penis.”

Dana patted the top of her head consolingly. “I don’t know about the whole having-a-dick thing. I’d say you’re more gender neutral where he’s concerned.”

“Wow, that’s so much better,” she snapped. Dana was silent for so long, Zoe finally lifted her head, thinking maybe they’d had a customer wander in before the shop officially opened. Instead, her friend was giving her a calculating look that immediately made her nervous. “What?” she asked warily, not even sure she wanted to know what was running through the other woman’s mind. She and Dana were about as opposite as two people could be, but regardless of that, their friendship worked. Dana loved men in all shapes and sizes and seemed to be dating a new guy every week. She was adventurous, outgoing, and the customers absolutely adored her. She stood just over five feet tall with short blond hair and a personality that made everyone feel special. A few years back, not long after Zoe had hired her, Dana had convinced her to come out for a drink. Zoe had ended up having several past her limit and had drunkenly admitted to Dana that she’d had a crush on Dylan for years. She’d also confessed to being a virgin, something that had blown the other woman away. After that, Dana had tried her best to set Zoe up on blind dates, but none of them compared to the infatuation she carried where Dylan was concerned. The heart wanted what it wanted—and Zoe’s appeared to be particularly stubborn.

Dana folded her arms and leaned forward. “You can come back from this. As long as you haven’t entered the death zone where he looks at you like his little sister, there’s always hope. We can turn this around . . . if you’ll really apply yourself. Starting with that.” Dana pointed to Zoe’s white polo shirt as she spoke.

Zoe frowned, looking down in confusion. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“Sweetie, if you want Dylan to stop seeing you as a member of his dude squad, then you can’t continue to dress like one of the guys.” When Zoe opened her mouth to protest, Dana held her hand up. “What are they wearing when they come in here for coffee before hitting the golf course?”

“I’ve never noticed—” Zoe began before Dana interrupted her.

“Cut the crap,” Dana huffed. “You know they dress just like that. Polo shirts and khaki shorts. Dylan sees you as one of the guys because you blend in so well with them. It’s time for that to stop. You have so much going for you. Big tits, small waist, and plenty of butt. You need to dress to showcase your assets.” As Zoe gulped, Dana pointed to her hair. “And that spinster ponytail has got to go. Your hair is gorgeous, but I’ve only seen you wear it down a few times and that was when I hid those freaking bands that you seem to have a million of. Men go crazy over long, wavy hair, which you naturally possess. You don’t need a lot of makeup because you look great without it. Let’s just start with the things that I’ve mentioned and I guarantee that Dylan will be tripping over his tongue in no time. Let me give you a makeover for your birthday. Whether you realize it or not, it’ll help you with your self-confidence. And that is something that will benefit you in every aspect of your life. Getting the guy is just an added bonus.”

“I don’t know . . .” Zoe murmured. “Clothes really don’t change anything. I’m still the same person that he’s known for years. I could probably parade around naked in front of him and it wouldn’t make a difference. It seems silly to pretend to be someone I’m not.”

Dana walked around the counter and put an arm around her. “Honey, men are visual creatures. You and Dylan have been friends since you were children. He’s grown up thinking of you in a certain way. We’re just attempting to show him that there is another side he’s never seen before. He’s overlooking the fact that you’re a beautiful woman who is flipping perfect for him. Right or wrong, sometimes a new set of curtains makes the room look completely different.”

A giggle burst from her lips and Zoe grinned at Dana. “Are you comparing me to draperies now?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to give you something to work with. Now go ahead and tell me you’re on board. No, let’s go one better than that.” Dana pulled far enough away to extend a hand to her. “Zoe. Do you agree to do whatever it takes to finally land the man of your dreams this year? Are you prepared to surrender that V-card to Dylan before your thirtieth birthday? If so, let’s shake on it. No wimping out, though. We’re declaring war on the friend zone with Dylan. Are you ready to trade in your polos for plunging necklines and rising hemlines? Once you agree, there’s no going back.”

As Dana wiggled her hand impatiently, Zoe thought back over the revelations her friend had just placed at her feet. Could it really be that simple? Had Dylan overlooked the fact that she was a potential romantic partner because she’d never made the effort to show off her femininity? And truthfully, she knew that she dressed for comfort most days. Her mother, who’d been the executive chef at the Oceanix for years, rarely wore makeup or fancy outfits, so Zoe hadn’t grown up wearing dresses or bows in her hair. She’d been a tomboy and possibly she’d never stopped seeing herself that way.

But now she was almost thirty and she couldn’t keep pining away for a man who didn’t want her. She would let Dana help her and spend this next year giving it everything she had. If at the end she and Dylan were still only friends, then she’d have to accept that and move on with her life. As much as she cared for him, she wanted a husband and children of her own at some point in the future.

So, straightening her spine, Zoe took Dana’s hand and gave it an enthusiastic shake. “Let’s do this,” she said bravely. Please let Dylan be the one, she thought to herself as she listened to Dana’s plans for their first steps. The next twelve months might not go as Zoe wanted, but they certainly wouldn’t be boring.