Checkmate by Candace Ayers

Here I am, on the butt end of thirty—the black sheep, the screw-up, the major disappointment—fresh out of rehab and trying to get my crap together.
*sigh*
Dr. Baker, my shrink, says I should quit obsessing over my dream guy because he’s not real. He was merely a hallucination during a psychotic break I suffered nearly twenty years ago.
*sigh*
Well, when Dream Guy comes walking into Mimi’s Cabana, a local tiki bar, maybe I’m hallucinating again.
And maybe I don’t care.
*sigh*
I really am hopeless.