But then Chloe discovered that her most treasured possession—a humidor filled with pebbles that was the only thing her late mother had bequeathed to her—had been stolen while she’d been at the opera with Will. In fact, her flaky, selfish brother had filched the pebbles and fled with them to his home in Minnesota. Chloe is determined to get them back. Only problem: her car is in the shop. Only other problem: she’s deathly afraid of flying.
Will’s car, a dilapidated old van, works. He’s self-employed and always up for an adventure. And even if he and Chloe aren’t temperamentally suited, she’s got the sexiest legs he’s ever seen, and the rest of her is pretty damned appealing, too. His friend had assured him she was an easy score. What the hell—he’ll drive her to Minnesota.
What begins as a disastrous blind date winds up being an equally disastrous—but hilarious and surprisingly romantic—road trip as whimsical, impulsive Will and organized, by-the-numbers Chloe try to survive their growing attraction, their clashing personalities, and the vicissitudes of a cross-country drive in a rattletrap van that carries them not just to Chloe’s brother’s home but to her brother’s best friend, who had once been the love of her life. Just how much will Chloe endure to get her pebbles back? And how much will Will endure to get the uptight but utterly alluring Chloe into his bed?