A Very Merry Kissmas

I wasn't dreaming of a white Christmas, nor were my troubles out of sight. I had a demanding job and pressing deadlines, which meant it was far from being a silent night. 
 

When I asked my grandma if I could stay in her cabin over the holiday, she was more than thrilled to have me back home. But she failed to mention the sexy handyman remodeling the house, or that he might not make it down the mountain with the snowstorm moving in. 

Being stranded in a blizzard in the middle of nowhere was bad enough, but add in an unexpected roommate and only one bed, and things were nothing like I had expected. Soon, it wasn't visions of sugarplums I had dancing in my head. It was naughty thoughts about the guy I shouldn't be touching, instead.