When my fiancé broke off our engagement after Thanksgiving dinner, I vowed to skip Christmas this year and hibernate until January. I also swore off men, too. Yep, who needs them?

But because of one pesky little nuisance, such as running my own business as a personal driver, I’d have to leave hibernating to the bears.

With a never-ending supply of cocoa and cookies via my twin sister’s bakery, I just might survive until the new year.

Then my sister introduced me to a new client named Topper Ford.

Between Topper and a case of the flu, Christmas in Cocoa Springs will never be the same again.