I’m not saying I ran away to Alaska to escape my ex, but if the flannel fits…
A remote manor. A cash-heavy job. A broody, infuriating man who growls more than he talks? Sounds like peace to me.
Except Darius Crane isn’t just grumpy — he’s got rules. Rule One: Don’t go into the woods. Rule Two: Don’t ask questions. Rule Three: Definitely don’t fall for your employer.
Too bad I’m a rule-breaking, nosy little idiot who’s already planning our cabin wedding in her head.
But hey — he started it. With the midnight staring. And the shirtless brooding. And the whole saving me from a snowstorm with body heat situation.
Now the forest’s whispering, my ex is stalking, and I’m pretty sure Darius is one bad day from shifting into something that howls. …And I might be into it?
