Vicious Vet

I never imagined that I’d be adding "manager of operations for Park Street Animal Shelter" to my resume. Not until my firm closed up, my boss moved away, and I was asked, nearly begged, to step in and help. I’d do about anything for my old boss and friend, and since I wasn’t offered a spot with the firm when they moved, I needed something to keep me surviving here in Temecula, California. Once I found a decent allergy medication and adjusted to the smell that accompanied the shelter, I was oddly excited to start my new venture. That is until I met our on-call veterinarian. Greyson Knox. Local animal doctor, famously rich, unfathomably gorgeous, and my worst nightmare. I can put up a good fight, always have, but against Greyson; I’ve always been flustered, irritated...weak. Especially after what happened. Four years I've managed to avoid him. I’ve stayed on my side of town with my head down, and now he’s here...and I can’t escape him. Some men are cordial, kind, professional...but Greys