One week alone in St. Lucia. Just me, the sun, the sand, and all the food and drinks my forever-single heart desired. Then Warren walked in and screwed everything up in the best way possible.

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So we did what any two unsuspecting people would do who'd been deceived by their best friends-we made an agreement: one week, no strings. Then when all was said and done, we'd each go home like nothing had ever happened.

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Crazy? Maybe.

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What we weren't expecting was everything that unfolded after we'd gone our separate ways.