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Larsen
Back in the city, owning a car was optional.
Here in the small town of Wolf Valley, though, where snowstorms hit at a moment’s notice, driving is a survival skill.
Too bad for me, I never learned.
I could have kept my little secret, but then I accidentally confessed it to the grumpiest, most ridiculously handsome man in town.
Now Kian is teaching me to drive in secret late-night lessons, and every time he growls, “Eyes on the road,” all I can think about is him.
Learning to parallel park shouldn’t feel like falling in love, but with him, I’m in serious danger. And not just from the snowdrifts.
Kian
This all started because the curvy little blonde asked me if I could keep a secret.
When I had grunted yes, she leaned in and whispered in my ear that she didn’t know how to drive a car and was too embarrassed to tell anyone.
Now, I’m giving Larsen driving lessons every night in secret.
Every night, it’s just the two of us in my truck…her laughing, me losing my mind, and both of us pretending this is only about driving lessons.
But I’ve got a secret too.
I’ve been in love with Larsen since the second she crashed into my life.
So, I’ll teach her how to drive, I’ll keep her secret, but one way or another, I’m going to make her mine.
