Grace

I wasn’t supposed to be in Sunset Harbor for more than a weekend. But thanks to—let’s just call it—an unforeseen act of stupidity on my part, I’m here for the whole summer. And for the first time in my life, I’m in a whole lot of trouble. The sentence? Community service paid toward the person I accidentally wronged. The problem? That person happens to be Dax Miller. The guy who always spent more time fighting the law than obeying it. Also, the guy I once told to have a nice life amounting to nothing. So… it’s been fun that I’m court ordered to serve him now.

Paint your toes. Pick up the wrong coffee and bagel order. Drive from Brooklyn to Jersey in traffic so slow you want to tear your hair out. It’s amazing all the useless things I can accomplish while on hold for three hours with customer service. Three hours when I should be getting the Date-in-a-Box website ready to launch at the big business expo in a few days. Except my shiny new website is glitching, and my inner rage-monster is ready to scorch some earth...when he finally picks up. Not the robot voice I expected but a real live human named Kal.