Lost in the Mountains

ense rainstorm, and now I'm stuck. The road is pure mud. Or it may even be quicksand with the way it's sucking up my tires. I'm not going anywhere. Which sucks, because I have somewhere important to be. I'm the maid of honor at my BFF's mountain retreat wedding, and the rehearsal dinner is tomorrow. How the heck am I going to get there in time? There's no one around to help, and if I leave, I'll probably wind up as a grizzly bear's dinner. I need a man. A big muscular mountain man to lift my car out of the mud. And just when I'm at my most desperate, one arrives. Tyler Becker. Big muscles, slick tattoos, and a beard that could make a nun rethink her life choices. He steps out of the truck like a dream come true. And here I am, looking like a nightmare. Wet, cranky, and covered in mud. But for some crazy reason, this gorgeous mountain man is quite taken with me. He seems a little obsessed.