A snowed-in cabin at New Year’s. Two enemies. An arrangement to keep our hands to ourselves.
My favorite week of the year is the one between Christmas and New Year’s when my friends and I head to Grandma Gigi’s cabin in the mountains of Maple Ridge, Colorado. Since losing Gigi earlier this year, I need this week of snow, campfires, spiked eggnog, and strip UNO more than ever to get me through the holiday season.
But when a stranger strolls into town claiming he owns half of the cabin and decides to crash our festivities, I go from jolly St. Nick to The Grinch. Nico Moretti is a cattle rancher from Texas. He’s all legs and solid muscle. Which makes it harder to hate him. Except he’s trying to take away the only thing I have left of Gigi. The cabin.
Nico knows exactly how to push my buttons. Between my sass and his dirty mouth, we can’t resist the temptation any longer. We come up with an arrangement: one and done. Just once to get it out of our systems. Except when the power goes out and we get snowed-in, delaying the arrival of my friends, our arrangement becomes agonizing. We tease, toe the boundary line, and get creative.
Baby, it’s cold outside, but inside the cabin, things are scorching!
We discover secrets from the past. The summer fling between my grandma and Nico’s granddad was more than that. They had an epistolary love affair that spanned over five decades. Will we repeat their mistakes? Or will we take a chance and make the novelty of love our New Year’s resolution?