One Bed With The Mountain Man

I wasn’t expecting cold nights and shared sheets with a burly mountain man. ?? ?? ?? ??

Rachel:
I came to this tiny mountain town to do one thing.
I just need to inspect some hail damage claims, follow policy, then move on to the next job.
But I arrive only to find my hotel overbooked and nowhere to stay. Which is why I’m standing on a porch that belongs to a carpenter who looks like he hasn’t trusted an insurance adjuster in years. But he has the only available room for rent in town, so I have to make this work.
Clayton Armstrong opens the door in worn flannel and muddy boots. His broad shoulders catch my attention, but his stormy eyes drop to the company logo on my shirt and harden instantly.
“Insurance, huh?”
I should walk away. But I don’t. It’s temporary. And I’m a professional.
Then the furnace dies. And the only warm bed in the house is his.

Clayton:
She’s my new short-term renter, and I don’t want her here.
Rachel’s a city woman with a clipboard tied to her hand and a cold stone where her heart should be. She’s an insurance adjuster here to investigate some claims… and I don’t trust her kind.
But even though my first impression is bad, as I get to know her I can see a hint of humanity hiding in her pretty eyes. Maybe I can sweet-talk her into going easy on the claims.
When the cold settles on the mountain and the power cuts out, I make her an offer with no romance attached.
My room. Half the bed. I’m not sleeping on the floor.
We lie back-to-back, fully clothed, pretending we don’t feel the heat between us.
Pretending our legs don’t brush.
Pretending I don’t want to pull her closer when she shivers.
I do it anyway. ??

Author’s Note: One Bed With The Mountain Man is a steamy, open-door mountain man romance featuring a protective carpenter, an insurance adjuster, forced proximity, and a chilly spring power outage that forces them to share a bed. Guaranteed HEA.