When it comes to going after what I want, I've stood on the sidelines my entire life. With the biggest Juneteenth celebration that Scottsdale has ever seen approaching, the guys I've been friends with for over a decade thrust me onto the planning committee and made me Mr. Black Scottsdale.

The only problem is, I've watched these friends of mine take to bed the women of my fantasies, clown me for always standing in the background, and convince me to play wingman to their maverick. That was all fine and dandy until I saw . . . her. A woman representing all my desires wrapped in one beautiful package. Ignoring our attraction isn't an option. Now, all bets are off.