What’s worse than missing a Christmas Eve flight to the Maldives with your bestie because your plane may have “hit Santa”? Ending up in Seattle with nowhere to stay but an old houseboat that happens to belong to your childhood crush. Grownup Wyatt’s all construction muscles and innuendo, and fate seems determined to keep me houseboat-bound with the man whose name I doodled with mine.
What if a place to stay for the night turns into a home with a man I don’t want to leave?
