SLATE
My truck’s dead, and the last thing I need is a city girl with sunshine in her eyes stopping to “help.”
Jordyn. She’s trouble, plain and simple, messing with my peace. But when she offers a ride, I’m stuck. Crammed in her fancy car, she’s too close, and that spark in her gaze? It’s a damn distraction a long-haul trucker like me can’t afford… but can’t ignore.
JORDYN
This mountain trip was supposed to be my breath of fresh air, not a rescue mission for a ridiculously grumpy, undeniably hot trucker.
Slate. He’s rough around the edges, the kind of man who makes you want to get your hands dirty. His grunts should be a turn-off, but after the carefully curated world I left behind, his bluntness is surprisingly refreshing… and scorching hot.