Ivan Morrison is a grab the brass ring kind of guy.
And Chris Hatch is the biggest and brightest brass ring hes ever seen. The only one hes ever wanted.
Special Agent Hatch is having a midlife crisis. The guy hes wanted for years but maybe hadnt wanted after all is now with another man, and his boss is forcing him to take time off. Vacation is not something Chris indulges in, but when his parents offer him a place to stay, he heads to the desert to sweat out his mandated holiday.
Hell to the no. Ivans not letting this chance to woo Hatch slip away from him. With personal time of his own, Morrison heads to snowbird territory planning tookay, so theres no plan but its do or die time. Woo Hatch or Bust.
The last thing Hatch expects to see parked in front of his parents mobile home is Morrisons gas guzzler. Although, maybe he shouldnt be surprised. Ivan Morrison is the chaos factor after all.
What neither of them plan on is a septuagenarian motorcycle gang that is definitely up to something. What that is, Hatch and Morrison will have to discoverand maybe each other in the process.
