Snowed

As Emily shovels snow from the front of the cabin she inherited, she comes face to face with her former crush, Dylan. Old wounds still run deep between them but the spark of lust is undeniable. Neither one is prepared for how a tumble into a snow bank will lead to the hottest unprotected encounter of their lives...

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I was wearing a light jacket rather than one more normally meant for snowy days like this, but my exertion had already made me almost too warm without my having cleared even half the path to the structure. It wasn't a very wide opening in the snow, either. Definitely not enough for more than one person to pass through.

Not that I was expecting anyone else.

So, I didn't bother to turn when I heard the car engine, assuming that it would pass on to one of the other properties further up the mountain. And kept shoveling, even though my arms and legs and even my back were on fire with pain.

I knew better than to expect my pretty-boy of a former stepbrother to try to do anything that involved manual labor.

And I doubted that he would even send anyone, either, though he would certainly have more funds to hire someone to do this work than I could. After all, he had his own personal attorney at his beck and call.

Biting back another curse at the agony coursing through my body, I focused on my work. Curiosity welled up as the sound of the engine seemed to stay a little too close for too long, but chalked up the strangeness to the possibility that whoever it was trying to make a phone call before he lost signal, not knowing that the entire mountain was a cellular dead spot.

Then I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the sound of someone clearing his throat directly behind me. Followed by a voice that I had never forgotten. “Who are you?”

I turned just in time to see a very new and very expensive-looking SUV pull away. Leaving me alone with the last person I had expected—or to be completely honest, had wanted—to see. There was something so odd about the vision of him standing in the snow. His clothing was as pristine and obviously pricey as the car that had dropped him off.

And he was holding a snow shovel as if he wasn’t entire certain which end was up.

Hysterical laughter welled up from deep inside my chest and I was nearly overwhelmed with the urge to let it loose. But controlled it with some effort. “Well. It’s good to see you again too, Dylan. Guess I shouldn’t have expected you to remember me.”

“Emily?” He looked me up and down in a way that made me shiver. And not entirely from discomfort. Or the cold. “Is that really you?”

“I told your attorney that I would be here today.”

He bit his lip, and for a moment, there was a slight change in color in his strong cheeks. If I didn’t have first-hand knowledge of his self-assurance and arrogance, I might have believed that he was actually blushing. “I didn’t expect you to come out here yourself.”