If I wanted winter, I'd work in New York City location, not the Miami office.I prefer to represent clients for movie roles and commercials but no, I'm sent to Maine, which is more like freaking Siberia in winter. And to top it off, I have to track down this punk kid with an attitude.I'd rather be sipping a Cosmo on South Beach where I live but I have to rethink this when I meet Wyatt over the burn bin at the hockey pond. The wood isn't the only thing sizzling when he bedazzles me with his pearl-white smile, and the way he fills out those jeans, well... did I mention that I hate the cold weather? And the minute he takes to the ice with his buff body has me second-guessing my love for football? And my hatred for a committed relationship?