Man Handler

Scarlett: Blytheville, South Carolina—have you heard of it? No? Yeah, neither had I, until today. Want to know why? It’s in the middle of nowhere, and I’ve been given the ultimatum of either living on the street in Boston or accepting a job transfer down to this blank spot on the map where people say things like: “Bless your heart”, “Over yonder”, and “I reckon”. Oh, and they don’t cuss, which makes survival a bit challenging for me with my flavorful vocabulary.

I’ll cut to the chase. On day one of my new Southern lifestyle, I land myself in the hospital and meet Austin, one of the two nurses on staff. I would consider this guy absolutely gorgeous if I were into the whole tanned, smoky blue eyes, and messy sex-hair look, but I’m...not. Okay, I’m lying. If Austin wasn’t my type before, he definitely is now.

However, I was sort of rude to him. While I’m sure my first impression was probably my last, maybe I can turn on a little Southern charm (if I can figure out how to do that) and change his mind.

Austin: This chick is crazy, hot as hell, and more wound up than a taunted wild animal. I might be out of my mind, but I’m intrigued by her short temper and lack of filter. She thinks I’m just funny and sweet as pie, which I know annoys her, but she hasn’t spent time with me outside of work yet, so she doesn’t know I can dish out more than she can take.

Miss Scarlett thinks she’s tough and intimidating because she’s from big, bad Boston, but she’s about to learn how things really go down in the South.

The question is will Scarlett and Austin ever see eye-to-eye, or will they give up the fight long enough to see what they’ve been missing?