Accountant Frankie Anderson seems down for the count. Laid off, single, and desperate for a fresh start, she takes an unlikely job as travel companion to billionaire Charles Winthrop—a grandfatherly eccentric with a private jet and a soft spot for strays. The perks? Staying in luxury estates, sun-soaked days in Hawaii, and glamorous nights on the French Riviera. The catch? His nephew.
Hayes Winters is grumpy, guarded, and annoyingly good-looking. Their first encounter—a spat erupting from her all-out battle with a broken vending machine—convinces him he doesn’t want Frankie anywhere near him or his family. He doesn’t trust her motives, and she doesn’t care what he thinks. But somewhere between late-night omelets and lavender fields, their banter turns into something neither of them expected.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly what old Charles had in mind. Because sometimes the best journeys aren’t the ones you plan—they’re the ones that lead you home.
This book was one of those that just feel like you can slide into it, know the characters, and be all in on their story. Frankie is a laid off accountant and Hayes the billionaire who sees her at her worst, fighting with a vending machine.
Hayes is a grump, Frankie is the sunshine in the story. I must admit, I didn't love Frankie at the beginning of the story, but by the end of this, I really liked both of them. She grew on me the same way that she grows on Hayes throughout the story.
This was a fun read, it was low stakes and enjoyable.
