He's the uptight corporate VP cutting costs at her public sector job. She's the sunny, small town toddler-whisperer in his crosshairs. It should be easier for them to keep their hands off each other.
The new guy in town may be a hot single dad–we're talking total, mouthwatering eye candy here–but that isn't stopping him from shuttering my favorite program here at Climax Parks & Rec.
Nor does it stop me from being blinded by lust and tripping over my own feet every time I see him, even though we're completely wrong for each other.
He's all business; my job is to play. He's moved upstate from Manhattan; I've returned to my small town roots. He's overwhelmed by his two adorable kids; doctors told me I'll never be a mother.
Oh, and did I mention that it's his job to "re-org" (aka ruin) everything I love about my job?
Despite all this, he's got me dreaming of something I told myself I'd given up on: a family of my own.
