Making a mountain man out of a molehill.
Wesley
A viral selfie disaster sent my life into chaos—and me running for the hills. Literally.
I’ve been living off the grid on Strawberry Hill for the last year. No drama, no excitement and no one recognizing me as the guy from that photo.
But peace and quiet don’t last forever.
Especially not when Jill, my childhood best friend turned journalist, shows up on my doorstep.
Suddenly, hiding doesn’t feel like safety—it feels like loneliness.
Jill
My first assignment as a senior journalist? A puff piece about the internet’s latest accidental celebrity.
I never expected the man behind the meme to be Wesley — my childhood best friend and first kiss.
Now he’s bearded, broody, and built like the mountain he’s hiding in.
I need this story to prove myself, but am I willing to risk Wesley’s new life—and our second chance at love—to get it?
