Glacial Mountain Man

Stranded in a blizzard with a gorgeous stranger. Some storms change everything.

I should have checked the weather forecast before leaving South Carolina for my parents’ new mountain home.
Should have pulled over when the snow started falling.
Should have definitely not turned into the driveway of a complete stranger when I couldn’t see the road anymore.

But if I’d done any of those things, I never would have met Tank Williams—more than six feet of pure muscle and ex-military intensity. The kind of man who answers his door shirtless in a blizzard, like hypothermia is just a suggestion.

He was supposed to spend Thanksgiving alone with his turkey and a beer. I was supposed to make it to my parents’ house in one piece. Neither of us was supposed to end up snowed in together for three days, building a fire that had nothing to do with the wood in his fireplace.
Now I’m twenty-three, inexperienced, and completely out of my depth with a man who looks at me like I’m his salvation and his downfall all at once.

The roads will clear eventually.
The question is, will my heart survive when they do?