What happens in Maui, stays in Maui.
Unless you run into your vacation fling back home …
All I have to do is get through seven days.
Seven days on an island paradise. What’s so hard about that?
Well, for an admitted workaholic, the warm weather, clear waters, and soft sand are a perverse kind of torture. I’m counting down the minutes until I can get back to my Los Angeles law firm so I can get my career back on track after an uncharacteristic slip up.
But then a wild chicken – yes, a wild chicken – forces me off the road and I meet him. The gorgeous surfer with a body to die for and the promise of a much more interesting time away from the office.
A vacation fling.
That’s all it was supposed to be…