A young career woman takes an overdue vacation to Scotland, desperate to see the Loch Ness Monster (again?) and prove to herself that there really is 'more' out there.
On her very first day on the loch, however, she's distracted by the young Scottish man operating the boat. He's ruggedly handsome, funny, and they strangely seem to have some things in common. In short, he's nearly impossible to ignore.
To make things harder, she can't remember the last time she got laid.
Can she keep her eyes on the water, ignore the hormones, and fend off her need to jump this guy's bones long enough to get out of there?
Or will delicious distraction win? And if it does, is her need for 'more' doomed to go unmet?