The open road is the only home a nomad ever needs.

I dont need roots, I just need to ride.

So inheriting my mothers house, and the tenants that come with it, is more of a dilemma than a dream.

Now Im stuck in New York for at least six weeks and the only way to get back on my bike is to sell.

The sexy single mom with the smart mouth in apartment 2B is determined to make trouble.

I dont give a damn about her rights, her kids, or her holiday plans.

And Im not exactly what youd call a law abiding citizen.

Lucky for Daniela, the house needs more work than I thought.

We agree to a truce: shell go peacefully in exchange for more time.

But the more I get to know her and the boys, the less I feel the call of the road.

And when she finally admits what she really wants for Christmas, Ill have to make the hardest decision of my life.