The Single Dad's Guide to Recreation

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He's the big-city corporate VP slashing costs. She's the sunny, small-town toddler-whisperer in his crosshairs. It should be easier for them to keep their hands off each other. The new guy in town may be a hot single dad–we're talking total, mouthwatering eye candy here–but that isn't stopping him from shuttering my favorite program here at Climax Parks & Rec. Nor does it stop me from being blinded by lust and tripping over my own feet every time I see him, even though we're completely wrong for each other. He's all business; my job is to play. He's moved upstate from Manhattan; I've returned to my small town roots. He's overwhelmed by his two adorable kids; doctors told me I'll never be a mother. Oh, and did I mention that it's his job to "re-org" (aka ruin) everything I love about my job? Despite all this, he's got me dreaming of something I told myself I'd given up on: a family of my own.