Is there anything worse than the friendzone? I think not...
I'd just given up on relationships when a pocket-sized Lara Croft came storming into my lobby and knocked me on my ass.
We're opposites in nearly every way, but there's something about her that calls to the most primal parts of me.
Problem is, she's planted me firmly in the friendzone. At first, I thought I could deal with it. However, the better I get to know the badass bounty hunter, the more certain I am that friendship can go screw itself...
