God grant me the serenity to not choke the wildcard of rich b*tches... Charlie f*cking McAllister.

My best friend's little sister and tormentor extraordinaire.

Star of my every trauma as a teenager.

And thanks to our mothers and their matchmaking schemes for our annual Christmas ski week... my savior.

Or ruin.

One week as a couple, putting on a show for our parents while avoiding our exes.

How hard could it be?

Until we're stuck sharing a room.

A room with one bed.

And a toy arsenal the spawn brought with her big enough to subdue a small country.

I promised not to f*ck Chance's baby sister, but who was going to keep her from f*cking me?