Matt Discovering you're not as straight as you thought when you're in your mid-forties is… well… interesting. But a one-night stand over a year ago turned my world upside down, and now I'm ready to explore that side of myself. But no matter who I date, no one compares to him. Case I'm the party guy, always down for a good time with only one rule: I don't do repeats. I knew right away, though, that one night with Matt would never be enough. But when I woke up, he was gone, and I can't get him out of my head. When we somehow end up trapped together during the blizzard of the century, over Christmas, I'm not sure if it's a gift or a curse. Should I hold tight to the rule that’s kept my heart safe for years? Or does it mean something that we’ve found each other again after a night neither one of us could forget?