SLATE
My trucks dead, and the last thing I need is a city girl with sunshine in her eyes stopping to help.
Jordyn. Shes trouble, plain and simple, messing with my peace. But when she offers a ride, Im stuck. Crammed in her fancy car, shes too close, and that spark in her gaze? Its a damn distraction a long-haul trucker like me cant afford but cant ignore.
JORDYN
This mountain trip was supposed to be my breath of fresh air, not a rescue mission for a ridiculously grumpy, undeniably hot trucker.
Slate. Hes rough around the edges, the kind of man who makes you want to get your hands dirty. His grunts should be a turn-off, but after the carefully curated world I left behind, his bluntness is surprisingly refreshing… and scorching hot.
