He’s a grumpy single dad. She’s the one who got away. They haven’t seen one another in years, and now they’re stuck in a hotel room together. And there’s only one bed.

I’ve loved her from the first moment I saw her.

And I’ve loved her every day since.

Whether we’re together or we’re apart—that hasn’t changed.

Which is saying a lot considering I don’t like most people.

But life has thrown us a slew of curveballs and we went our separate ways.

Life, family, jealousy—we let it all get in the way.

I’m a dad now, and my little girl is my world.

And after years apart, Presley is back in Cottonwood Cove.

I don’t believe in fairytales or second chances.

My heart belongs to my daughter now, and there is no room for complications.

Presley Duncan is a giant complication.

A wise man would keep his distance.

But I never claimed to be a wise man.

So maybe we end up in a car together in the middle of a snowstorm.

Which leads to a hotel room with only one bed.

Maybe I should reconsider my stance on fairytales and second chances.

And seeing Presley with my little girl does something to me.

Stirs something inside of me that I thought was long gone.

But I know this is temporary.

She’ll be leaving soon, and I’m prepared to let her go.

Until she’s gone.

And I realize that I’m not prepared at all for life after the storm.