When my boss hits me with the news that I'll be working in London for a year, I say yes so fast. What could be better than a year abroad on the company's dime surrounded by swoony British men?
Meeting the sexiest, most charming man ever my first day in London — that's what.
But then I lose track of him in a crowd. No last name. No number.
Suddenly, finding him again feels like the most important thing I must do in my year abroad...