Daring a snowstorm might not be the smartest thing Aiden Evans has ever done, but he can’t stand being in his flat a moment longer. With only three days to Christmas, he doesn’t want to be alone. He wants a place to belong, wants people around him who won’t look down on him. He might not find that at his mother’s place, but it’s better than being alone in the city. If he can make it there, that is. Tristan Gardner is looking forward to a quiet night in front of the TV, but instead, he has to save an idiot in designer clothes from freezing to death in his forest. Tristan tries not to notice the man’s good looks, just like he has tried not to notice any man’s good looks for the last seven years. He knows where relationships go and is far better off living alone, with his dog, in his cabin. Aiden is driving Tristan mad with his bratty comments and irresponsible ways, and Aiden is going crazy from Tristan’s judgmental attitude. Luckily, in a few days, the weather will clear up, and the two men won’t have to be together any longer. But will a few steamy nights with the grumpy lumberjack change Aiden’s mind about wanting to leave? And will Tristan still want to go back to his peaceful, predictable life without fear of getting his heart broken? Contains the stories “Once in a Snowstorm,” “The Empty Egg,” “Happy Endings,” and “Just Words.”

Aiden and Tristan

&ldquo;I can&rsquo;t do that. It&rsquo;s my studio and you&rsquo;re not licensed. I can&rsquo;t have you practising. No insurance company would cover you.&rdquo;


&ldquo;Babe, I&rsquo;m not practising. I&rsquo;m giving my boyfriend a much-needed massage.&rdquo; He kissed his cheek, then with a light pat on his arse, he growled, &ldquo;Now, get undressed and hop up on the table.&rdquo;


Aiden toyed a little with the hem of his T-shirt. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know, Tris…&rdquo;


Tristan got down on his knees, and as he did, he pulled Aiden&rsquo;s trousers with him.


&ldquo;Lift.&rdquo; He tapped lightly on Aiden&rsquo;s leg.


Stepping out of his trousers was enough to make him hiss. Lifting his legs sent pulses of pain up through his buttocks and lower back. Next, Tristan pulled down his briefs.


&ldquo;Those can stay on.&rdquo; He would not be naked in his own studio.


Chapter 45