Running away from a disaster of a divorce? Starting my life over from scratch? My friends and family have ideas.
Open an artist's ' colony on a beautiful coastal island, they said. It'll be fun, they said. "They" haven't met Sawyer Hendricks, the gorgeous, growly celebrity chef who claims he owns the dream hotel that I just inherited.
"They" haven't been terrorized by a flock of foul-mouthed feral parrots. "They" haven't run smack up against a cranky gang of geriatric islanders who will stop at nothing to ensure that life on Rocky Shoals never changes. "They" haven't surprised Sawyer in his birthday suit in the foyer of what should be an empty mansion.
Then again, "they" haven't experienced what it feels like to be kissed by a man who has a Ph.D. in giving lip service. "They" haven't been spoon fed tira misu by moonlight.
So, maybe "they" are on to something after all.or maybe this whole escapade is just a recipe for disaster.