Mountain Man’s Love at Frost Sight (Christmas in Hope Peak #18)

PROLOGUE

Apretty girl comes up my mountain and I fall in love.

That’s how this love at first sight thing works, right?

Let’s pretend she’s more than pretty. Beautiful, actually.

Strawberry blonde hair that tumbles over her shoulders in glorious waves that a man can wrap his hands around his fists and the sort of hips that rough, calloused fingers can sink into without hurting her. Let’s pretend she’s stunning.

Actually, let’s not pretend at all.

Her name is Elena Markham, and three days before Christmas, she walked up my mountain, the one a few behind Hope Peak, and asked for my help.

I promised her I’d give it and she stayed.

We’ve been happy ever since.

Now, what if I said that my favorite game is two truths and a lie?

Can you pick out the parts that’s bullshit in that little segue of my antisocial life?

Because that last part is true. I don’t go into town more often than I need to—which is about three times a year, and only for the sorts of supplies I can’t garner out here for myself.

And I sure as hell don’t need other people around me.

Let me give you a hint: Elena Markham came to me. She asked for help.

And those hips of hers are made for fucking.

How much of the rest is bullshit, I’ll let you decide for yourself.