Connor Lockhart is gorgeous grumpy and about as charming as a brick wall. He’s also—plot twist—my new boss. Our first meeting? A total disaster. I’m late for a major panel at a gaming convention standing in line for a burrito and the guy in front of me is treating the menu like it’s a gourmet tasting. I ask if I can cut. He says no—like I asked for his social security number. I may or may not have dumped super spicy salsa all over his precious order. Fast forward: that burrito snob? Now signs my paychecks. At the company of my dreams. Dream job. Nightmare boss. He’s impossible—cold cranky allergic to small talk. Smiling seems physically painful for him. Sure he’s got that jaw-dropping face. And when the smile does show up? Swoon. But there’s something else—something under all that grump that’s way too easy to like. When his nine-year-old daughter starts feuding with my nine-year-old half-sister we’re forced into a truce. Then