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Scarlett can’t think of anything worse than returning home for Christmas until she finds herself stuck in a log cabin with Weston – the police officer who doesn’t remember her from high school. To make matters worse, there’s only one bed.
When I first open the door to the police officer and discover it’s Weston Milton who used to make fun of me in high school, I practically slam the door in his face.
But then Weston’s police vehicle ends up in a ditch, the cell towers go down, and he has no way to leave. And now we’re stuck in this log cabin for however long this snowstorm lasts with no electricity and no heat.
Instead of complaining, Weston chops wood and begins a fire to keep us warm.
Maybe he isn’t the jerk I thought he was in high school.
Maybe I’m ready to find out how helpful he can be.
Maybe only one bed in this cabin is a good thing after all.
This second chance, small town, holiday romance features a woman who has no desire to stay on an island where everyone makes fun of her and a man who’s determined to show her exactly how much he isn’t making fun of her anymore.
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I pound on the door. “Police! Are you okay, ma’am?”
Something crashes to the floor before the door opens and I’m blinded by a flashlight. I hold my hand up in front of my eyes. “Can you dim the light, ma’am?”
“Oops. Sorry. I tried to walk over to the door without the flashlight but then I ran into the table. Something fell. I hope it didn’t break. I’m renting this place. I don’t want to lose my deposit.”
“The light?”
She switches the flashlight from her phone off and I can finally see her. And what a sight she is to see. Her dark brown hair is in a knot on top of her head and she’s wearing a pair of glasses over a pert nose. Her lips are pink and pouty. And when she smiles, she reveals a dimple on each cheek.
She could fulfill all of my sexy librarian fantasies. And, trust me, I have quite the imagination.
“Do you need any assistance?”
She freezes. “Weston?”
“Do I know you?” I rake my gaze over her snug sweater and jeans. She fits my naughty librarian fantasy to a tee. “I usually remember pretty women.”
She rolls her eyes. “Do you try to pick up all the women who you’re supposed to be helping?”
“No. Just the pretty ones.” I wink.
She shakes her head. “You never used to think I was a pretty one.”
“You have me at a disadvantage, darling. You seem to know who I am, but I must have temporary amnesia since I can’t remember you.”
“Darling?” She snorts. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “Why change perfection?”
“You can go now. I don’t need you and your smooth pick-up lines.”
“You’re the one who called the police,” I remind her.
“To ask if the whole island is without power. I didn’t ask them to send me a cop who’s one step up from a stripper.”
“Hey, now,” I growl. “I am a serious police officer.” When I need to be.
“Whatever. Thank you for stopping by. Goodbye.”
She tries to shut the door in my face but this isn’t my first rodeo. I stick my foot in the door jam.
“Do you need any help before I leave?”
She throws her arms in the air. “Now, he asks if I need help. He couldn’t be bothered to help me when I was getting bullied in high school. Nope. He laughed right along with my bullies. And now he’s a cop. Poor Smuggler’s Hideaway.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m a good police officer.”
“And you didn’t hit me with lame pick-up lines when you arrived.”
I shrug. “I can be charming and do my job at the same time.”
“Consider your job finished, Office Weston.” She spits out my name and I remember she mentioned high school.
“Did you go to high school on Smuggler’s Hideaway?”
