The last person on earth I want to be 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 with is Gianni Lupo.

But thanks to the blizzard of the century, I'm 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 with that cocky bastard for two straight days.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐝.

Some women might thank Mother Nature for delivering a polar vortex that maroons them with six feet of solid muscle, those deep blue eyes, that sexy grin—but not me. I've known Gianni Lupo all my life, and he's never brought me anything but bad luck and trouble.

So when the tension between us explodes with enough fiery heat to melt my icy defenses, I should have known what the disastrous end result would be—

𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧.

After the snow melts, I'm left with more than just memories of the night we spent keeping each other warm. And he might be a rising star on the culinary scene, but he's got no idea how to handle this bun in the oven.

He says he wants to do the right thing, but I'm not about to spend the rest of my life feeling like someone settled for me.

But just when I think I've got Gianni Lupo all figured out, he gives me a taste of the man he could be, of the family we could become, of the way he could love me if I let him.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬.