One- No one can find out about her fear of water—totally embarrassing when you live next to the ocean.
Two- No seafood. She can’t stomach it. Yeah, she sees the irony of points number one and two.
Three- No blind dates. The last thing she needs is a relationship. Her ex-fiancé would agree.
Easier said than done when the only job available is at a surf shop and the owner, Caleb, is under the impression that Bree has applied to be a scuba instructor, and not a cashier, as she had intended.
Bree tries to clear up the misunderstanding, but it’s hard when she seems to lose her voice—and her breath—every time Caleb is near. How could she not when he happens to be attractive, single and, as it turns out, also doesn’t like seafood?