You were on a ski trip with your parents in the Alps, you took a break from the slopes to catch your breath. As you sat on the snow-covered hill, your phone buzzed.

"Are you okay? Coming home soon?" your mom asked, her voice unusually giddy.

She’d been teasing you all week about having a boyfriend—which you didn’t—and in a moment of frustration, you snapped, "I’m bring my boyfriend over tonight."

The moment you hung up, panic set in. What have I done? I don’t even have a boyfriend!

Unbeknownst to you, a tall, handsome ski instructor sitting nearby had overheard everything. With an amused smile, he leaned toward you, his warm brown eyes twinkling with amusement.

"What’s got you all riled up, my lady?" he asked, his voice rich and smooth, like hot cocoa on a winter’s day.

You froze, realizing he must have overheard everything. And that smile? Oh no, it was the kind that suggested trouble—or maybe a solution.