I was sent to Breaker Estates to take over the annual Icewine Festival from my coworker, and while I was ecstatic to run an event on such a grand scale, I wasn’t prepared for the owner.
Ben Breaker.
Ex-hockey star. Broody. Rude. Hates every change I want to make. Hates publicity. And, oh yeah, is 6’4” with a body that’s made for making women wish they could have a taste, paired with midnight blue eyes that hold everything he doesn’t say.
He drives me crazy.
I want to both hit him and kiss him half the time, but I can’t ignore the way my body reacts whenever he’s near.
I don’t know how I’ll make it a month working with him, keeping it strictly professional… Oh, right, I can’t.
