Rustic cabins and beautiful woodlands told me I was in the perfect vacation spot. But the spotty cell service said differently. But I was traipsing through the woods, holding my phone to the sky and hoping for a random connection, when I literally tripped over a hot hunk.

He was down on the ground examining a mushroom. A mushroom I ended up falling on.

He sat back, pushed his glasses up his nose, righted his baseball cap and said, “Nice of you to drop in.”

I was on my ass, covered in dirt, with squashed mushrooms stuck to the seat of my jeans, and my phone had gone flying off into the brush.

But all that didn’t stop me from noticing how broad his shoulders were, how brown his eyes were or how kissable his mouth seemed.

In fact, my mind was preoccupied with locking... Read More