An Unexpected Gift

Snowed in over Christmas with a gorgeous man? Apparently Santa got my letters. One year ago, I had my first night with a man. Naturally, I handled it with all the grace one would expect from a workaholic in the middle of a divorce: I panicked and took off before sunrise. No number. No last name. And no way to tell him my only regret was running away. One year, one highly-paid therapist, and a lot of soul-searching later, I like the man I've become. I know what I want. Problem is I can't stop thinking about that night and the incredible man I'll never see again. Either Santa has one helluva sense of humor, or I've been extremely good this year, because the knock at the door of my isolated mountain cabin during the blizzard of the century turns out to be the same man I've been dreaming about. But Case doesn't do relationships. No exceptions. Except maybe I'm not the only one who can't stop thinking about that night. And with Santa-bear flannel sheets, a high-stakes popcorn-garland contest, and chemistry that should come with a warning label, I've got until the roads reopen to become the exception to his rule. Contains mature themes.