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.
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...
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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.
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.
But I don't want this to end...
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