Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

I have to sell this grumpy silver fox mountain man a house today, or I’ll lose my job. I’m willing to do anything.

Logan Armstrong is the most difficult client I’ve ever worked with. He might be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met, but he’s also the pickiest. He’s determined to find the perfect house/college graduation present for his daughter, and yes, that’s very sweet, but I’ve lost count of how many beautiful mountain homes he’s rejected as not good enough.

I’m ready to pull my hair out in frustration. Professional frustration, and frustration of…another kind.

Because throughout all of these countless viewings, I’ve developed a raging crush on Logan, even though he’s old enough to be my father. I like the gray woven through his dark hair and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. I love how safe I feel when he towers over me, as though his broad shoulders could shelter me from the world. He makes me want to curl up in his lap and let him handle all of my problems.

Problems like my boss, who has made it clear that if I can’t close this deal, he’ll find someone who can.

So I do something crazy. Something absolutely, certifiably nuts.

I kidnap Logan. Accidentally. Sort of.

I trap us in the cabin we’re viewing, refusing to let him leave until he commits to something.

Little do I know, the thing he most wants to commit to is…me.