Brewer Benson has been coming to the diner every morning for a month.
He never talks. Never makes eye contact. And definitely never smiles.
Which would be fine…if I wasn’t completely obsessed with him.
He’s forty-two, nearly seven feet tall, and built like a mountain. I’m half his age, plus-size, and certain I’m not his type.
Until the day he stands up for me in front of a packed diner.
I try not to read into it, but my best friend Savannah insists he wants me. When she decides to play matchmaker, I end up snowed in at Brewer’s cabin.
Now this grumpy mountain man can’t keep his eyes off me. I thought I was the obsessed one, but Brewer looks feral with need.
I’m starting to think he’s been restraining himself all along. And if that restraint snaps…I’m all his.
