Zeke Snow isn't exactly sure what to do with the woman who represents everything he's spent the last three years trying to forget. She's irritating, argumentative, and damned annoying.and she smells like heaven. He'll either kill her or kiss her before their journey is over. Or will he simply give into his heart and love her? All Susan Thompson ever wanted was to be happy, but is getting married simply because it's expected the answer? Stranded in a snowstorm with a gruff but handsome truck driver as her only means of transportation, thoughts of her fiancé begin to fade as she learns more about her heart than she ever dreamed possible.
His mouth turned up at the corner in a cocky grin, as he snatched her hand and dragged her to the side of the diner away from curious eyes.
"What are you doing? Let go of me," Susan insisted.
"Not on your life. You and I have a few things to clear up, sweetheart."
"Oh, really, and what pray tell would that be, dear?" She tugged at her wrist, but rapidly lost interest in getting free.
He pinned her against the wall, his fingers holding her firmly in place at the shoulders. "You just admitted that you like me."
She tilted up her chin, ignoring the look in his eyes and how it heated her to the core. "I also mentioned murder."
Chuckling, he tilted his hat back off his forehead and moved closer. She could feel the brush of his breath across her cheek. "I give up. Why don't you?"
"I don't know what you mean?" She was an engaged woman. Regardless of her doubts about how she felt about Derrick, she shouldn't be standing in the middle of a parking lot wishing with all her heart that this man, this stranger would kiss her.
"I've done everything I know to ignore this thing between us, but I can't, and neither can you," he said.
"You're mistaken. Just because I said I liked you didn't mean--"
His mouth covered hers and she forgot all about her fiancé. Her arms instinctively circled Zeke's neck, as he pressed closer, wrapping her in his delicious heat. Her head reeled with the driving need to join with him, to become a part of him. She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers, slick and damp with their lovemaking.