M?ns Elemander had A Plan. A researched and well-thought-out one, devised to help him avoid getting lost while foraging for mushrooms in an unfamiliar forest. But his cell phone battery didn’t get the memo, died unexpectedly, and thwarted The Plan, leaving M?ns with a basket full of mushrooms, but no idea where to go. Until the sounds of someone chopping wood reaches him.<br><br>M?ns follows the sound and finds a quaint cabin ... and its owner, Viggo Moberg. Viggo is kind, understanding of the situation, and willing to help. He’s also smoking hot and their connection is instant, threatening to ignite and burn down the woods. Will the sparks burn fast and fizzle out, or will the attraction grow roots, just like the trees in the forest?

They Met in the Woods

I hum along to the music on the radio, tap out the beat with my fingers on the steering wheel, and soon I’m turning off onto the wheel-track road leading to Viggo’s cabin. When I park behind his car, he rounds the building and greets me with a smile.


The weather isn’t conducive to a lengthy greeting, so I just grab the pie and the bottle of wine I brought—leaving the bag in the car in case that’s not what he wants—and we hurry inside.


The cabin is warm and inviting, the fire burning and crackling merrily. Whatever he’s cooking smells divine—garlicky and autumn-y—and he takes the stuff I’m carrying, sets it on the table, and wraps his arms around me in a tight hug. My hands rest on his waist, and I inhale him. He smells of a dancing fire and pine trees, and I can’t help humming in pleasure.


“Hi,” he murmurs. “Would it be weird if I said I’ve missed you?”


Chapter 13