The blizzard started just after dusk.
Thick snow whipped through the trees, turning the pine forest into a whiteout wall of wind and ice. Zoey stood outside the log cabin with her suitcase clutched to her chest, cursing the GPS that had sent her on this nightmare detour. Her cabin rental had promised a “solo retreat in the mountains.”
She hadn’t signed up to nearly die on the side of the road, hiking half a mile through a snowstorm.
Her fingers were numb. Her face burned from the cold.
She banged on the wooden door, praying someone was there.
It creaked open.
Heat hit her first.
Then silence.
Then him.
The man who opened the door was massive, wrapped in a thermal henley and sweatpants, boots still on his feet like he never took them off. His hair was tousled, dark and damp. His ja
