Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
That’s what my life has become when I’m not freezing my butt off in the bitter cold of Minnesota in the winter.
When I’m offered a week-long trip to Key West, I jump at the chance. The fact that it’s a work trip with my grumpy boss doesn’t detour me.
They say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but they should really warn that what happens in Key West doesn’t stay there. Not when I discover that Mr. Grumpy is really Mr. Sweet…and Mr. Sexy.
So, what happens when you mix two coworkers with unlimited frozen drinks and temperatures almost as the chemistry between them?
I’m about to find out.