One Chance to Stay

Firefly Valley, where a winter getaway comes with flannel sheets and unlimited pie.

I needed a break. A quiet weekend. Maybe some clarity about why my life—especially the part behind the bar—suddenly feels like it’s standing still. Instead, I get lost in a snowstorm, nearly freeze to death, and get rescued by a man who barely talks but somehow says everything with the way he pours a drink or stokes a fire.
He’s rough around the edges and built for solitude. I’m full of nervous chatter and determined to break down his walls. One night, with bourbon and big band music low in the background, we find something neither of us expects—something slow and careful, but quietly electric.
Now I’m attending a small-town wedding involving elf ears and Santa beards, surviving ladies with literal axes to grind, and realizing I might not be as “straight” as I thought. I’m starting to wonder if this unexpected detour might be exactly what I needed.
I came to Firefly to figure out what’s next. Now I’m wondering if next… might be us.