I have two goals this season:

1. Stay single.

2. Get Rory Sinclair to admit she doesn't completely hate me.

When I find a stray dog roaming the streets of Seattle, the last place I expect to end up is in the office of a grumpy veterinarian—the one woman who can resist my charm. Twin to my teammate's girlfriend, Rory is full of fire, but I'm not afraid of her flame.

It doesn't take long for me to realize that the more time we spend together, the more I want it to last. But no matter how hard I try, Rory only sees me as a playboy, refusing to take me seriously.

One weekend trip to a cabin later, I think I have my in . . . but only if I can get her to admit her feelings toward me aren't all bad.

Only one of us will win this face-off, and I intend for it to be me.