Maverick Thompson is downright infuriating.

It doesn’t matter how incredibly good-looking he is or how his dimpled smile makes my panties melt. He can turn the charm all the way up, but he'll never thaw the icy walls I put up after the last time he canceled our date.

See, Maverick doesn’t do commitment. He’s made it very clear that relationships are not his thing. That is until I take the possibility of one off the table, and suddenly, it’s game on for him. He claims to be different, but I don’t trust this so-called reformed playboy front he’s giving me.

I know that it’s just the thrill of the chase for him and that he wants nothing more than to say no one is off limits for him — which is why I won’t give in.

But nothing could have prepared me for what would happen when we got stranded together during one of the worst storms to hit Whiskey Mountain.

Trying to avoid Maverick would be easy if we weren’t forced to share the same space— and a bed — in an effort to survive the storm. Suddenly, things are heating up in ways they shouldn’t, and my resolve is quickly fading.

I know I shouldn’t trust someone like Maverick, who never has love on his radar, but I’m falling quicker than the snow that’s keeping us trapped inside. It’s a dangerous and slippery slope, sure to cause more damage than the blizzard raging outside.

When one night changes everything between us, it’s no longer just my heart on the line.