She's a bossy young chef, he's a retired arena champion old enough to be her father. The last thing he needs is this spitfire she-bear invading his privacy in his half-built house. He's already contracted by her boss to build her a new kitchen. But now she's in his favorite flannel shirt, digging for his age. He doesn't appreciate her commentary on his grouchy attitude, or his hermit lifestyle. She's all wrong for him, so why does she feel so right?
