Fired by Hadley Harlin

An accidental Vegas wedding, an unfortunate arranged wedding, and Christmas. What could be more festive?

Lena:
People say I’ve had life served on a silver platter with a flute of sparkling rosé on the side. They’re not wrong, but if I have everything, why do I want Puck so badly?
I lusted after my pastry chef two seconds after he applied for the job. My business partner declared work relationships off limits one microsecond later. It was probably the sparkle in my eyes. It’s been known to devastate small economies.
But what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right?

Puck:
Nobody knows where I’ve come from, but they all know where I’m going. Straight to the sugared cherry on top. I’m a pastry god, life of the party, panty-melter extraordinaire. My ridiculously beautiful and wealthy boss is fun to flirt with, but that’s it. No ties, no commitment, no regrets.
Until Vegas.