After a brief marriage, Linda Lafferty has taken care of her small family by herself. She figures everyone is entitled to one mistake and she doesn't plan to allow another undependable man in her life. Her first task is to trim the budget of the small college she works for. She targets aging playboy professor Mitch Collins. After all, what does a course in leisure studies truly offer?
Mitch's father was a workaholic who didn't spend time with his family. Pursuing leisure studies ensured Mitch would never fall into the same trap. He's kept his promise and enjoys his single life and his reputation of only dating younger women not looking for a commitment.
A night spent searching for Linda's son who went missing after taking one of his classes finds him changing his mind. Maybe there is more to life than just play. Can he convince Linda that they can balance work, leisure and find everlasting love in the process?
The sun hovered close to the horizon. Sweet-smelling pines thrust long shadows across the path. Despite her burning soles and the blister on her left heel, Linda hustled to keep up with Mitch’s brisk pace. She had no desire to be caught in the Sierra foothills come nightfall.
They were crossing a rocky patch of ground, the pebbles beneath slippery. Linda studied the ground as she placed each step. Running into Mitch’s broad back, she laughed out loud. “What—”
“Sh-h.” Mitch’s hand gripped her hip, holding her in place. “You wouldn’t happen to have any bear pepper spray in your purse, would you?”
Linda focused more on the hand on her hip until his words sank in. She stilled, her gaze on his hand. “What—”
He breathed, “Don’t talk.”
With her nose in the middle of his back, Linda saw nothing but the feathery pines on either side of the trail. She inched sideways and peered around his shoulder. “Oh my—”
Mitch whispered. “Linda, don’t—”
“It’s a bear! It’s a freakin’—” Linda backed up the slope, her gaze locked on the huge, furry, black animal blocking the path. Turning to run, she skidded, a smooth-soled shoe slipping on the tiny pebbles. With one leg sliding out from under her, Linda lost her balance and threw her arms over her head. The last thing she saw was Mitch standing in the middle of the path, his arms spread wide, yelling obscenities at a bear.