He was perfect. Denim-blue eyes, a dazzling smile. And he hadn't sent me a picture of his junk. Which is about as rare, these days, as a Dodo. When Sloane met Myles, everything fell into place. He loved a Martini almost as much as she did, shared her passion for four-cheese pizzas, and made her laugh harder than any episode of Friends. She'd found The One at last and she could finally delete...