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I snuck away to my family’s cabin in Pine Ridge hoping for rest, relaxation, and a quiet week alone before Christmas.
Instead, I found my brother’s best friend naked in the hot tub.
Rowan Cole is a professional hockey player and he’s infuriatingly gorgeous. Some girls would be thrilled to find themselves stuck with him in a remote cabin on a cold winter’s night, but I know him well enough to know better. He’s notoriously charming, but behind his easy smile, he only cares about one thing: hockey. Now an injury he’d rather not talk about has him sidelined from the NHL and sharing a cabin with me.
He won’t be here for long, I tell myself, I can put up with him for a day or two. But then the snow starts falling, the roads close, and before I know it, I’m snowed in with six-foot-something of very forbidden temptation.
Which has me thinking about the ridiculous Christmas wish list my best friend convinced me to write before I left.
A cozy snow day.
An unforgettable kiss.
A night where I stop overthinking everything.
And a few more wishes I definitely shouldn’t have put down on paper.
I wrote it to humor her, but somewhere between Christmas cookies, skating on a frozen pond, kisses that feel a whole lot like fireworks, and the hottest sex of my life, the wishes on my list start coming true.
I should probably question it, but I’m too busy falling for the one man I know I shouldn’t want—a pro hockey player built like a God who will disappear back into his real life the second the snow clears.
Wishes come true pretty easily when you’re trapped inside a Christmas snow globe. It’s what happens when you have to go home that scares me.
I snuck away to my family’s cabin in Pine Ridge hoping for rest, relaxation, and a quiet week alone before Christmas.
Instead, I found my brother’s best friend naked in the hot tub.
Rowan Cole is a professional hockey player and he’s infuriatingly gorgeous. Some girls would be thrilled to find themselves stuck with him in a remote cabin on a cold winter’s night, but I know him well enough to know better. He’s notoriously charming, but behind his easy smile, he only cares about one thing: hockey. Now an injury he’d rather not talk about has him sidelined from the NHL and sharing a cabin with me.
He won’t be here for long, I tell myself, I can put up with him for a day or two. But then the snow starts falling, the roads close, and before I know it, I’m snowed in with six-foot-something of very forbidden temptation.
Which has me thinking about the ridiculous Christmas wish list my best friend convinced me to write before I left.
A cozy snow day.
An unforgettable kiss.
A night where I stop overthinking everything.
And a few more wishes I definitely shouldn’t have put down on paper.
I wrote it to humor her, but somewhere between Christmas cookies, skating on a frozen pond, kisses that feel a whole lot like fireworks, and the hottest sex of my life, the wishes on my list start coming true.
I should probably question it, but I’m too busy falling for the one man I know I shouldn’t want—a pro hockey player built like a God who will disappear back into his real life the second the snow clears.
Wishes come true pretty easily when you’re trapped inside a Christmas snow globe. It’s what happens when you have to go home that scares me.