In a moment of desperation, I put the truck in neutral and climb out, stumbling down a few feet into the muck to try to push the heap of metal out with brute strength. But I’m not built like a hockey player. I’m built like a damn hockey stick.

Well. I’m officially stuck.

I climb back into the truck, shivering in my now waterlogged clothes. With shaking hands, I pull out my phone to confirm what I already expected—no signal. Classic Lost Haven.

Numb inside and out, I turn off the truck and lay my head against the wheel. Tears fall steadily down my cheeks, and for the first time since I arrived here, I’m really, truly, utterly alone. And thank God I am, because there’s no one to hear me cry.

I let it all out—all the anger, the frustration, the sadness, and let myself completely fall apart.

• • •

I don’t know how long I sit there before I hear the faint crunch of footsteps in the snow. I look up and over my shoulder, momentarily blinded by a flashlight shining through the back window.

Which is worse, freezing to death, or getting murdered by some lunatic who preys on women stranded on country roads? I haven’t yet decided when a familiar voice calls my name.

“Summer?”

Logan’s deep, gravelly voice fills me with the sweetest relief I’ve ever felt.

Whipping the door open, I half fall out of the truck and into his arms. He crushes me against his chest, those bulky arms holding me closer than anyone has ever held me. I breathe him in, letting his warmth spread through my freezing limbs. When we finally pull apart, he cups my cheek and looks down at me, his eyes brimming with worry and hurt.

“Are you okay?” he asks, scanning my face and body, checking for injuries. Knowing someone cares this much about my well-being is like a drug.

“I’m okay,” I say as I sniffle. “Just dumb.”

“You’re not dumb,” he says firmly, correcting me. “You just did a dumb thing. There’s a difference. Come on, let’s get you out of the cold.”

“What about the truck?”

“The guys and I will come and get it tomorrow morning. Believe me, no one is trying to drive down these roads tonight. Well, except for you. What was your plan, anyway? To leave the truck in the airport parking garage?”

I wipe some snot from my nose, laughing through the tears. “I’m so sorry, Logan. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “We can talk more when we’re back home. Let’s get you there soon before you freeze.”