The words slam into me like a freight train.
Oh. Hell.
How did I let this happen?
After losing my job for refusing my boss’s disgusting proposition, I had two choices:
Rot alone in my apartment, wallowing in misery.
Escape to Sweden—where snow, champagne, and three of the most dangerously attractive men I’ve ever known were waiting.
Guess which one I picked?
Worst. Decision. Ever.
Because I should have said no to my brother’s invitation.
A luxury ski retreat? Gorgeous log cabins, crackling fires, and the Anderson triplets—my brother’s best friends and my oldest, most forbidden fantasy?
Bad idea. No, catastrophic idea.
