I quit my job and skipped town altogether when I found out my infuriating ex had become my new boss. I didn’t tell anyone, didn’t pack my things, didn’t have a plan.
Was it the smartest thing I’d ever done? No.
But I managed.
I settled in a bigger city and landed myself a cushy gig caring for Charlie Bishop – a sweet little old man searching for companionship and someone to look out for him.
Bills paid, a roof over my head, and a derpy dog to amuse me? Sign. Me. Up.
There was only one problem.
Charlie’s devastatingly handsome and ridiculously grumpy son lived there too, and he was determined to make my life a living hell.
Bring it on, big guy. I could do this all day.