God grant me the serenity to not choke the wildcard of rich b*tches... Charlie f*cking McAllister. My best friend’s little sister and tormentor extraordinaire. Star of my every trauma as a teenager. And thanks to our mother’s and their matchmaking schemes for our annual Christmas ski week… my savior. Or ruin. One week as a couple, putting on a show for our parents while avoiding our exes. How hard could it be? Until we’re stuck sharing a room. A room with one bed. And a toy arsenal the spawn brought with her big enough to subdue a small country. I promised not to f*ck Chance’s baby sister, but who was going to keep her from f*cking me?