What if the moment everything went wrong was actually the moment everything went right?
Zoe Avery has always been able to laugh her way through anything. A snowstorm? No problem. A ditch? Inconvenient, but manageable. A broken cell phone in the middle of nowhere Tennessee?
Annoying, sure. Going into labor, eight months pregnant with her sister’s baby, alone on a deserted mountain road? Yeah. Even Zoe couldn’t joke her way through that one.
Then a stranger appeared out of the whiteout. Steady hands. Calm eyes. A four-year-old named James who thought delivering a baby in a Ford F-150 was the coolest thing that had ever happened to him.
Adam Beckett wasn’t looking for chaos that night. But somehow, chaos had never looked quite so worth staying for.
