After taking a gig with her grandfather – the Don of the Italian mafia – Lacey Luzzi has been in for a wild ride. Stolen property, rogue weddings and uncomfortable Family dinners – she’s seen it all. However this time, when Carlos interrupts Lacey’s sugar-induced nap with a phone call, he gives her an assignment that sends her skidding into a place she least expects: the local spa. Despite rumors of a prostitution ring that Lacey is tasked with investigating, the most intimidating portion of the job is not the spa’s head guard, a man armed to the teeth and called The Refrigerator. It’s not the insanely advanced weaponry commissioned by her cousin Clay, a computer-whiz and social disaster who hasn’t quite mastered the art of explosions. It’s not even the suspicious Mister Kim, Lacey’s new landlord, who is linked all too closely with the spa. No, what has Lacey’s undies in a bunch is seeing her grandfather in yoga pants and working side by side with Anthony – a stud-muffin who is increasingly forward with his intentions. And when Lacey’s ex-boyfriend shows up to her housewarming party with a shiny new girlfriend, the party takes a turn for the awkward. But at the end of the day, the thing that's really got Lacey’s stomach in knots is the spa’s no clothes policy in regards to the salt treatment Meg signed them up for - on Carlos’s dime. As Lacey struggles to find out the truth behind the spa’s uber-secret second floor, she discovers that Carlos’s heart might not be as icy as she expects, and that living with her cousin isn’t quite as bad as she thinks. And when the heat is turned up between Anthony and Lacey, she just might find they have to hold hands and jump… ** **