I just ended my rookie year with the Seattle Sockeyes in a win-or-go-home game, and we went home. I played a big part in that loss thanks in part to my lack of team play. It’s time to lick my wounds, re-examine my role, and come to terms with demons I’ve been avoiding for too long. I buy an RV and take to the wilderness for a little solitude and lot of soul-searching. Just me, my dog Bones, and nature. There’s one problem. My campsite neighbor is a too-cheerful, busy-body camp host. She brings out the worst in me, but I can’t stop thinking about sharing a sleeping bag with her.
As a brand ambassador for a large RV manufacturer, it’s my job to make sure everyone is enjoying their camping experience. Usually I’m quite good at fixing problems and assisting campers until I meet the hot, grumpy hockey player next door. He claims he wants to be left alone; but after one look at his lost expression, I’m certain that’s the last thing he needs. To complicate things, we have chemistry, the kind which blazes past all misgivings and singes everyone in sight.