A moonlit skinny dip and an unexpected encounter with some clothing-stealing jerks later, and suddenly I'm relying on the kindness of a burly mountain stranger. A distractingly handsome, plaid-wearing, cabin-dwelling stranger with a jawline that could cut glass and shoulders that could carry the world's weight. Tommy is a mystery, the strong and silent type that screams "off limits" in neon letters. But the way he looks at me, like he's drinking in every curve of my body? Let's just say it's not helping my focus stay professional. It's impossible not to be drawn to him, especially when he steps up to be my impromptu assistant for my sister's big day. Seeing him out of his element, the way he supports me through the chaos - it awakens feelings I never saw coming. But I'm just a temporary visitor to his world, and he's got his own demons to battle. Can two lost souls like us really find something real amid my sister's picture-perfect wedding? Or will our differences prove too much to overcome once reality sets back in?