Dear Heart, I Hate You

It should have just been a fling. A weekend filled with panty-melting kisses that stayed in a hotel in Boston where they belonged. But the second I boarded the plane back home, I felt a piece of me stay with him.Cal Donovan and I shared the same ambitious personality, two workaholics who loved what we did and made no apologies for it. We also shared the same thoughts and feelings on love; it was fine, as long as it happened to other people.But try telling that to my stupid heart. An organ I was