Henry Hofstadter doesn't date. When he needs to get laid, he drives out of town, does the deed, and goes home. Maybe ten years ago he'd have mocked a guy who preferred canine company to another man's, but these days his mutt Coco is his best friend and the highlight of his week is hanging out with his nephew. He doesn't believe in happy endings. And no fairy tale ever began Once upon a time, an arrogant jackass blew me in the storeroom of a lousy club. Math McKinney's got a lot on his mind. He used to be a charming guy with a little bit of substance; these days he feels more like the guy still standing when everything around him is a smoking ruin. His ex is out of the country for the next year, his daughter thinks she's his son, and his co-chair on the Committee for the Preservation of Community apparently hates him for, let's be clear, no apparent reason. (Because that BJ was magnificent. MAGNIFICENT.) Neither of them is looking for a boyfriend. Hell, neither of them is even looking for a one night stand. Yet somehow they keep ending up together and dammed if it doesn't seem like that's a sign. Except…fairy tales are for children. Aren't they?

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