Kendra didn’t mean to crash her car.
But the road was narrow, the snow had crept in faster than forecasted, and she was too stubborn to turn back. She’d come up to the mountain to unplug from everyone—her phone, her boss, her messy situationship. She wasn’t looking to be rescued.
Especially not by a man like him.
She woke up on a threadbare couch, wrapped in thick wool blankets, the scent of pine smoke and something male filling her lungs. The cabin was dim, lit by firelight and a few old lanterns. Her head throbbed, and her ankle was bandaged tight.
“You’re awake,” said a low, gravel-rich voice.
She turned.
He stood in the doorway of the kitchen—broad, shirtless, jeans slung low on his hips. His chest was covered in ink and scars. His beard was wild. His eyes were the color of a sto
