My job is providing happiness and smiles at Honeywood Fun Park, and Emory Dawson is the frown our park didn't ask for. When our star roller coaster malfunctions with me on board, the manufacturer's heir and lead engineer, Emory, vows to renovate the attraction. So instead of having a fun summer season as Marketing Manager for Honeywood, I'm now saddled with playing host. Wonderful. Emory is the opposite of a good time. He's the grump that won't stop grumping, and our arguments escalate quicker than my heart rate after a roller coaster's fall. He knows I can see right through his broody gaze and big ideas. Repairing the coaster? More like overhauling his own company's reputation, regardless of whether it helps our local theme park. But when our firm handshakes start lingering too long, or when his muscled thighs rest against mine under the table, I'm thrown for a loop. Most roller coasters are fun, but I'd like to get off this emotional one, please.