Mountain Boss: Mountain Men Series Book One
Mountain Boss: Chapter 15

I shove my hands into my pockets as I walk to meet Mr. Black in the driveway.

It shouldn’t matter that he’s good looking.

It’s not like I’ve never been around hot men before.

Not hot like him.

Okay, maybe he’s the hottest man I’ve met in real life, but I’m an adult. I can handle this.

My work boots crunch on the gravel as I slow to a stop.

His dark hair is mostly tamed. His beard…

I can’t look at his beard. Something about it does something to me, and I can’t deal with that right now.

He’s wearing jeans, possibly the same ones from yesterday. His flannel is red—and buttoned. And he’s carrying a steaming mug of coffee.

Motherfucker looks like he belongs in a damn Folgers Christmas ad. Just toss some snow on the pine trees, and he’d sell coffee by the truckload.

Then I notice the clipboard in his hand, and he no longer feels very Christmassy.