Carson Ballard isn’t only lactose intolerant—he’s intolerable. No wonder his assistant quit on him without notice.

Okay, okay, he has a right to be angry at me for dumping an armful of sticky breakfast plates on his head. It was an accident, I swear.

But now I’m out of a job—not that I’m any good at waiting tables—and Carson’s mother is offering to hire me.

There’s no way I can work for him. I may be from the sticks, but Davis Turner is nobody’s fool. Not anymore.

I refuse to be Carson’s next victim. Something will turn up. I’ll take anything. As long as I can hide away in the city, where my ex can’t find me.

Except my bank account is at rock bottom and rent is due. I’m running out of food. And time.

I guess I have to work for Carson. He’ll be my boss—nothing more. I can keep things professional.

There’s just one little problem.

Carson may not be as horrible as I thought. He’s trying so hard to right the wrongs of his father and brother, who left him with a mess most people would walk away from.

But Carson Ballard isn’t most people. And he won’t accept defeat.

Damn you, Carson.

Why do you have to be so nice...so generous…so wickedly funny and so, so sexy?

You’re offering me a future…if I can ignore the mistakes of my past.

You’re an impossible man who’s making everything possible.

How can I not fall for you?