Mad Gold by Mary B. Moore

Madix
From the outside looking in, I’ve got it all. An awesome career, an amazing sister, good friends…what else could I ask for?
The answer to that would be – the love of someone not related to me. Specifically, the woman who kissed me at midnight on New Year’s Eve and then disappeared into the crowd. The same woman who reappeared a day ago on the plane that I was on.
She’s trouble and mayhem andI don’t want to obsess over her, but I’ll be damned if I can stop.

Dahlia
It wasn’t my fault he thought I was having an allergic reaction on the flight. I tried to tell him the truth, but my tongue was too swollen. What are the chances of me totally embarrassing myself twice in front of him? For me – it was a given. Same day, not once but twice!
Now, I can’t get those steel gray eyes out of my mind. Every time I allow myself to think, or even blink, there they are front and center. Apparently, we know each other, semi-intimately as well, and he seems offended that I don’t remember, but my mind is one chaotic mess.

A walking chaos, the definition of calamity, shouldn’t be the perfect match for someone who’s organized to the point of being anal – should it? Or will he run for the hills?