Dublin Rugby #3
This chef's cooking up something seriously hot with a rugby player ten years her junior. It shouldn't add up, but when they get together, age ain't nothing but a number.
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. All I wanted to do was save up enough money to get my food truck off the ground back home.
I certainly 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?
I have a feeling I'm about to find out. Because even though people say I’m wrong for him, when I’m in Donal’s arms, everything feels oh so right.