Frenemies

There are some things you just have to deal with-like your hot-as-hell college booty call moving in next door with his adorable daughter. The only time we've ever gotten along is under the sheets. Old habits die hard because two minutes on my front porch is how long it takes us to bicker. Not that a little fact like that bothers my healthy eighty-year-old grandmother and roommate who's determined to see me married before she bites the dust. Unfortunately for me, she's got her eye set on Mas...