Best Frenemies

Going tit for tat with the man you hate is all fun and games until things get literal...and the jerk sees you naked.

My beach getaway was only supposed to include three things: relaxation, wine, and fun in the sun.

Mack Houston, on the other hand, should have never-ever-been involved.

In no uncertain terms, he's the bane of my existence.

The thorn in my side.

The sexy Mr. Good-Time Guy who drives me up the wall and my work archnemesis for the past five years.

He's the last person I want to get s...