The snow came down so hard I could barely see the road. My rental car skidded off the narrow mountain path and slammed into a snowbank. The phone had no signal. The tank is almost empty. I was screwed.Hours later, freezing and exhausted, I started walking. The blizzard swallowed everything. Just when I thought I would die out there, strong arms grabbed me.“Easy, city girl,” a deep voice rumbled. “I got you.”The man carried me like I weighed nothing. I caught glimpses of a thick beard, broad shoulders, and flannel shirt before I passed out from the cold.I woke up in a small wooden cabin. Fire crackled in the stone hearth. A single large bed took up most of one wall. My clothes hung drying near the fire. I wore only an oversized flannel shirt that smelled like pine and man.“You’re awake.” The lumberjack stood by the stove, stirring something in a pot. He was massive — easily six-five, with thick muscles from real work. Dark hair, intense green eyes, and a presence that filled the t
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