Some people came to Ireland for adventure or love. Not me. When I landed in Dublin, it was because my job as a sous chef had imploded on national TV. Humiliated and jobless, I landed a temporary gig as a cook for a rugby team, a sport I knew nothing about. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, especially with someone like Donal Casey, the team's cocksure young hooker. It was supposed to be a fling, nothing permanent. At least that's what we told ourselves.
But what if you found love in the most unexpected place, with the most unlikely partner? What lengths would you go to keep him? It looks like I'm about to find out. Because even though I’m wrong for him, when I’m in Donal’s arms, everything feels oh so right.