Rocky Retreat

Finding white-hot love in a white-out…

Eight months ago, Lee Coleman met the woman of his dreams…then lost her to another man. He buried his disappointment by throwing himself into work on the family ranch, but when a winter storm leaves him stranded, Lee finds more than shelter in the rustic safety of a hunter’s cabin—he finds a second shot at love.

Rachel Malone’s heart has been broken and stomped on by her cheating ex, and she’s determined to never fall in love again. But a rebound fling? Doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, especially when she’s snowed-in with a gorgeous, sweet-talking Coleman.

Despite their off-the-charts chemistry, Lee makes it clear he wants more than a temporary romp. In fact, he’s made it his mission to put a smile back on her face, even if it means taking it slow and resisting the scorching heat between them. This time around, he wants forever, while Rachel is positive that forever is a fool’s dream.

Lee can’t wait to prove her wrong…

Rocky Mountain Heat (Six Pack Ranch #1):
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Rocky Mountain Haven (Six Pack Ranch #2):
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Rocky Mountain Desire (Six Pack Ranch #3):
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Rocky Mountain Angel (Six Pack Ranch #4):
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Rocky Mountain Rebel (Six Pack Ranch #5):
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Rocky Mountain Freedom (Six Pack Ranch #6):
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Rocky Mountain Romance (Six Pack Ranch #7):
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Rocky Retreat (Six Pack Ranch #7.5):
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November, somewhere in the Alberta Rocky Mountains

Rachel Malone shivered as she eased up the handle on the small airtight stove. She added another log to keep the fire going, leaving the door wide open as she hauled over a chair from the tiny kitchen area so she could sit in front of the inferno. The fire crackled with delight at the extra fuel, flames licking their way up the sides of the wood like orange and yellow fingers.

She dragged the photo album off the table behind her and plopped it into her lap, taking a deep breath for courage.

The cutout in the creamy white cover showed her and Gary smiling at each other, brilliant sunshine surrounding them—man, she remembered exactly how she’d felt at that moment. Giddy and excited, and so full of dreams for the future. So sure she was head-over-heels in love.

Rachel unlatched the front cover and pulled out the eight-by-ten, admiring the outfit she wore, the tan linen showing off her dark shoulder-length hair to perfection. “Damn, I looked good.”

She flung the picture into the fire, the heat instantly taking effect as the paper ignited, their faces melting into oblivion.

She turned her attention back to the album as she flipped it open to deal with the first official page. One after the other she peeled out the pictures, her voice echoing in the quiet of the small room as she talked to herself. “Of course I’d love to go out for dinner to this fancy restaurant. Of course I’d like to try that appetizer, if you insist.
Gag
.”

Raw oysters. She shuddered before contributing another picture to the bonfire blazing ever hotter before her.

She paused in the middle of removing the reminders of her past six months and the whirlwind romance she’d shared with Gary Ricardo. Stared at the photo in her fingers without seeing it.

Whirlwind was accurate,
romance
though? Definitely not the correct word, not considering that here she was, five months after saying
I do
knowing
I don’t
would’ve been a far better choice. Pictures from their month of dating, shots from their July honeymoon in Tahiti—all torn from the album to be sacrificed to the fire along with the charred remains of her heart.

A snicker escaped. “Melodramatic, much?” she chastised herself.

She rose and went to the window. The cold seeping through the pane cooled her flushed forehead as she eased closer to the glass and peered into the growing twilight.

Melodrama wasn’t how she typically dealt with things. Nothing about her relationship with Gary had been typical, though. Maybe she should’ve known better, but at the same time he had fooled her enough that when she found evidence he was cheating on her, the blow had struck straight through the heart.

Outside the cabin the late-November weather had turned ugly. She pressed her palms to the window, watching as huge snowflakes twirled downward only to be shoved aside with each new gust of wind. Already a foot of the white stuff had accumulated on top of her car. It was a good thing she wasn’t planning on going anywhere for a while.

Nope. She was there in the wilderness for her own private
lick your wounds
retreat, and she had a good five days before anyone expected her back in Rocky Mountain House. She needed to put her screwup of a relationship behind her so she could move forward into something far better.

Only as the temperature dropped further, and the snow continued to fall, Rachel worried she might have bitten off more than she could chew. Snow had piled up on the path between her and the outhouse, a thick blanket covered the wood stack, and the cold increased, creeping through the log walls.

In the interest of saving herself from having to venture outside for more wood in the middle of the night, she pulled on her boots and heavy winter parka, and slipped out the backdoor. It was a cold and miserable job, but far better than running out of fuel.

A sudden tug at her neck caught her by surprise, and she froze in the middle of lowering her load. Somehow her necklace had worked loose from under her layers and become tangled around the rough bark. Rachel moved carefully to free it—that necklace was one of her only mementos from her grandmother, and she’d hate to break it.

She desperately needed to keep all the good memories she had intact, thank you very much.

Rachel looped the golden chain over a nail by the built-in bookshelf then returned to her task. One armload after another, she carried wood to beside the stove, stomping the snow off her feet at the door the best she could on every trip until her pile was so tall it teetered.

She went outside again for one last chance to use the facilities. The wind roared in her ears, and the door to the cabin slammed shut, torn from her grasp. Ice crystals wedged their way past her hood and scored her cheeks like microscopic razor blades.

Rachel shuffled through the knee-deep snow and up the steps to the outhouse. The howling wind cut off as she jerked the door closed and stood in the small enclosure, her flashlight as pathetic as a single candle attempting to illuminate an entire pitch-black football field.

Sure, I can nab you a friend’s hunting cabin for a getaway. It’s not fancy, but the price is right.

Right then she was cursing her tight-pocketed decision to take up her friend Connie’s offer. Instead of freezing her tushie to the seat of an outhouse, she could have been off at some spa in Banff, getting herself pampered from head to toe…

The reality of her nearly empty bank account knocked the spa fantasy into the crapper damn fast. Because of Gary, this rustic palace was all she could afford.

So be it. She wasn’t going to weep over the jerk, or over how stupid she’d been. Not anymore. She was, however, going to make herself an enormous hot chocolate the instant she got back in the cabin, and if at least half the cup was liquid kick-in-the-pants, who was around to give her hell?

Rachel opened the outhouse door cautiously, bracing it against the wind. Already her footprints in the snow had filled in, barely visible in the dim light from the flashlight.

She was hurrying toward shelter when a light broke over the hill not ten feet to her left. She twisted on the spot in surprise, her heart rate rocketing as she lifted her light and peered through the driving snow. A dark shape loomed closer, and she shuffled forward, momentarily spooked as she considered who on earth was coming to such a remote place at this time of night.

Single woman, alone in the woods—lordy, she was about to become a victim of the killer with a hooked knife for a hand.

Every horror-story cliché she’d ever heard raced into her brain. She stepped off the path and tripped, the flashlight falling from her hand as she landed on her butt. A cloud of snow puffed around her before being driven away by the icy wind. Now the only light was the one shining in her eyes.

It had taken far too short a time, and already the stranger loomed over her, the extra-extra-large-size black-fur-trimmed parka turning him into a massive bearlike creature. One with a shotgun in his hand.

Her imagination was working
way
overtime, and she hadn’t started drinking yet. She scrambled backward, fleeing from danger, and a noise escaped her, something between a warning and a cry of fear.

“Hey, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

Rachel fought to place the voice as the light blinding her lowered to the ground. She blinked to clear her vision, the intruder flipped back his hood, and the familiar features of Lee Coleman came into sight.

Relief flooded in along with the realization her jeans were soaking wet and her hands were going numb even in her thick mittens. “Lee. What are you doing here?”

He peered closer, shock followed hard by confusion as his expression folded into a frown.

“Rachel?” He swooped forward and caught her hand, effortlessly pulling her to her feet. “What the heck are you doing sitting in the snow when it’s so damn cold?”

“Making snow angels,” she shot back. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to meet anyone outside.” He squatted before her, handing up her flashlight before brushing snow from her pants. “I figured everyone would be hiding out by the fire.”

Yeah, well, she wasn’t about to explain about the outhouse. Rachel wiggled uncomfortably, both from the throbbing in her hands as she banged them together to knock the snow from her gloves, and the fact Lee was brushing her butt.

His touch was impersonal. Casual, in fact, but it still caused weird sensations in her stomach. “Just leave it. I’m fine.”

He rose, towering over her. “Get inside the cabin.”

Her back stiffened at the order even though she knew it was a sensible one. Her days of meekly following orders from
any
man were over.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded again. It was a matter of principle not to escape into the cabin in spite of the shivers setting in.

Lee stepped past her, catching her mittened hand at the last second and dragging her with him. “We’re not holding a long
hi, how are you?
discussion outside. It’s cold as hell, and you’re not dressed for the weather.”

Just what she needed, another bossy man in her life.
Not
. Still, he was right. It made no sense to stand outside suffering when he had the door open and all the hot air was escaping.

“Thanks.” She put as much sarcasm into her comment as possible, not surprised to hear him chuckle in response.

“This is going to be one interesting evening.” The softly spoken words escaped him as she followed him into the one-room cabin.

She sighed. This? Exactly what she’d tried to avoid by heading into the wilderness. With one swoop, she was reminded all over what a fool she’d been. Lee knew everything—well, maybe not
everything
, but she was pretty sure he knew she’d been cheated on, and that before the ink was dry on her wedding certificate.

Sometimes fate had a crappy sense of humour.