Un poco demasiado cerca

Nine years ago, Weston Madigan saved my life… and the very next day, he left. He never came back—not even for a visit. Now, fate has brought our paths together again; I run into him, shirtless, making breakfast in the communal kitchen of the staff housing where I live. Judging by the look on both our faces, neither of us expected to have a roommate… Weston—a man of few words and a surly disposition—has returned only to get his family’s new heli-skiing business off the ground. Sharing a roof with him for a while shouldn’t be a problem, right? After all, if we just set a few ground rules, it ought to be easy to ignore the attraction between us. Or so I thought. But rules stop mattering when two people are a little too close for comfort… and the heart decides to play by its own rules.