A city slicker learns to love the great outdoors — thanks to her rough-and-tumble mountain man.

When I met Carl, I didn’t realize he was a mountain man in disguise. He looked city enough. He was wearing a charcoal gray suit and a deep maroon tie as he casually flirted with me over the polished surface of the boardroom table. No, it wasn’t a proper place to be indulging in flirtatious double entendres, but the presentation was dull and he was adorable. He had a briefcase from a high-end leather goods store at his side, a no-frills watch on one wrist and no wedding band on his finger. He piqued my interest — big time.

I caught him sizing me up, and I returned the favor.

“Come here often?” I wrote on a scrap of paper I slid it to him.

“No, but I’m glad... Read More