My sister's wedding is at a mountain ski resort, and I've never felt more out of place.
If I had it my way I'd be home, wrapped in blankets, nose buried in a book.
But it's her big weekend, and I promised myself I'd try to enjoy myself.
And I almost managed to, until the best man tricks me into skiing down an expert slope.
Well, he didn't exactly trick me, but I couldn't let that jerk win.
I manage to stay on my skis until I fly off the trail and wind up unconscious in the woods.
And when ...
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My sister's wedding is at a mountain ski resort, and I've never felt more out of place.
If I had it my way I'd be home, wrapped in blankets, nose buried in a book.
But it's her big weekend, and I promised myself I'd try to enjoy myself.
And I almost managed to, until the best man tricks me into skiing down an expert slope.
Well, he didn't exactly trick me, but I couldn't let that jerk win.
I manage to stay on my skis until I fly off the trail and wind up unconscious in the woods.
And when I wake up, a dream is there to meet me...
Marshall Quinn digs me out of the snow and carries me to his cabin.
He's big, bearded, and way more charming than a woodland hermit should be.
With snow beginning to fall, he insists that I stay with him for the night.
His cabin is beautiful, built by his talented, rough hands.
And he's a lover of books, no less.
It's cold outside, but things are heating up between us.
I'm used to reading about adventures, not living them.
These things I'm feeling scare me, so new and uncertain.
But I can't run away from something this promising.
Because being with Marshall is like a dream.
Like reading a book I never want to end...
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