I was a damsel in distress. Trapped in a car. Slowly being buried by the unrelenting snow. No cell service. No way out. And then when all hope felt lost, he appeared--a shadowy figure emerging from the depths of the blizzard. Except my dashing hero on a mighty steed was instead a hulking beast of a man with an eyepatch and a beard, driving a pickup truck. He offered his small cabin as shelter until the storm blew over. He saved my life. But this mysterious, rugged stranger is no prince. He's not even the simple woodsman he pretends to be. I don't know exactly what he wants from me. But I'm beginning to think I want the same damn thing.