It’s been one year since my boyfriend left.
One year of heartbreak later and I thought I now had it all under control.
A new city.
A new dream job as an international flight attendant.
A new life.
And definitely 100% no boys. No way.
Just me and my cat in our little apartment, thank you very much.
But that was until I spilled my coffee all over myself and that mysterious hunk of a pilot.
He took me to the airport washroom to clean up. I didn’t have any spare clothes and he was practically naked.
You know what happened next.
I just couldn’t resist.