The minute we step onto the resort, I realize this is the life I was meant to live. When I spot all the tanned, shirtless men walking around, it only cements my belief.
“Hey,” an attractive guy says, clearly looking me up and down as he strolls by.
“Hi.” I give a little wave.
“Seriously, you’re going to go for a meathead?” Cam asks, distracting me from watching the stranger go by.
I shove him and he pretends I’m strong enough to actually move him. “He’s not a meathead.”
“Sorry… surfer.”
“What’s wrong with a surfer?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Chances are he can’t even hold down a job and lives at the beach, probably smoking weed.”
“You’re stereotyping. They’d probably take one look at you and think you’re some hunter/fisherman who kills every animal he comes across and lives in an
