Mikayla
One weekend. One wedding. One rule: stay away from Sam Brighton.
I managed about forty minutes before a snowstorm had other ideas. Now I'm stranded in his cabin, somehow talked into two weeks of keeping the town's only doctor's office afloat, and completely failing to remember all the very good reasons I left this town and him behind. Sam has always known exactly how to handle me. The rules. The consequences. The steady certainty that made me feel like the ground had stopped moving. He also spent years holding a line between us he swore he'd never cross. He isn't holding it anymore.Sam
She left thinking I didn't want her.
She was wrong. I found her letter. I read every word. I made my mistakes and I paid for them, but Mikayla coming back through my door in the middle of a blizzard isn't one of them. She's mine to look after. Always has been. This time I'm not letting her go.