Just when I get the shattered pieces of my life picked back up, my ex offers to buy out the rest of my alimony. One lump sum-a massive sum-and I'll never want for anything again.

Misplaced luggage. Arguing with an aggravatingly attractive stranger over a taxi. Canceled flights, hotels overbooked, and a migraine the size of Texas. Can it get any worse? To add to it all, everywhere I turn the Taxi Tyrant's there, flashing that infuriating smile of his and condescendingly offering to "help" with my problems.

If I reach my destination, it'll be a miracle. Or maybe the misadventure of a lifetime ...?