Frankie: My life sucks. After spending a year jobless and on the edge of becoming homeless, I’d officially reached a level of desperation that, even if I wasn’t completely broke, retail therapy couldn’t fix. While Sawyer’s Ferry, Alaska, is the last place on earth I’d ever want to visit, when my best friend, Holden, begs me to fly out and plan his wedding, I can’t say no. What I didn’t expect was to stumble into the administrative chaos at Copper Creek Brewing—or its too-hot-to-be-legal owner. Clearly the man needs my help, and I’m willing to go above and beyond. Way beyond. Barrett: I am screwed. Six months after my assistant up and quit, I’m not any closer to finding a replacement, and things at the brewery are starting to fall apart. And then in walks Frankie. He’s not the typical guy you’d find in these parts, and he brings with him a world of confusion. Because as much as I need his help, I can’t seem to keep my eyes—or hands—off him. He’s supposed to be getting my life in order, but instead there’s a chance he could turn everything upside down.