I went to Blackwater Peaks for some peace and quiet, not to run into an unconscious mountain of a man, panic, and try to bury his body.
In my defense, I thought he was dead. I didn't expect the annoyingly hot mountain man to wake up mid-burial and then ask me out for dinner. He's chaos, charm, and comfort I didn't know I needed. I'm guarded, tired, and trying really hard not to fall for him. Unsuccessfully. When the world catches up to us, do we face it together, or do we let it tear us apart?