"You're committing?" French tilted his head to look at her over his sunglasses, "Don't buy it.""What do you mean you don't buy it?" Olive asked, outraged. He laughed, "You're not gonna do any of the things on this list! It's like that mimosa." He pointed to her drink, "You ordered it. You think you're going to drink it. But you'll take one sip and give up. You've got no follow through.""I have follow through," Olive asserted, voice firm. French shook his head, "The bike?""The curtains," Jacob muttered. "The hair," Mac offered. Olive Florey has no follow through. What she does have, three months removed from a messy breakup with her fiance, is a leaky air mattress on the floor of her cousin's pool house, a series of missed calls from her mother, and the wish that heartbreak came with an instruction manual. It may not be a step-by-step program, but when Olive is given a Bingo card of twenty-five tasks to finish by summer's end, she finds herself beholden to the challenge of completing the entire thing. It might be possible, if only the list weren't tailor made to push her beyond her comfort zone. How on Earth could a newly dumped serial-monogamist with approximately zero game be expected to sleep with a stranger?