A Bird In The Hand

Love wasn’t on the itinerary… and neither was falling for each other.

Makayla

I agreed to this Western Australia tour for the beaches, sunsets, and maybe a little personal growth.

I did not agree to the sleazy tour guide, the foul-mouthed cockatoo, or sharing a hotel room with Tyler Dawson—Mr. Confident Smile and walking distraction.

He’s charming, annoyingly handsome, and far too good at making me blush. And thanks to a booking “error,” I’m stuck with him in my space… and possibly in my heart if I’m not careful.

Tyler

This trip was supposed to be about relaxation, not rooming with the grumpiest—and, unfortunately, most gorgeous—woman on the bus. Makayla thinks I’m trouble. (She’s not entirely wrong.)

But between shared beds, star-lit challenges, and a growing habit of making each other laugh when we shouldn’t, we’re starting to look suspiciously like a couple.

I told myself I didn’t want complicated. Now I’m starting to think complicated might be exactly what I need.

One cheeky bird.
One very small bed.
One holiday romance we never saw coming.