I never expected the mountain to trap me with him.
My name is Sophia. Twenty-four, curvy hips, full breasts, and a job I love — leading small hiking groups through these trails. But this time I was alone, testing a new route when the sky turned black and the storm exploded. Rain came down in sheets, thunder cracking so loud it shook the ground. My phone died fast. The path washed out in minutes. I was soaked to the bone, shivering, boots slipping in the mud when a strong flashlight cut through the downpour.
“Stay right there!” a deep voice shouted.
Ryan appeared like some mountain god — tall, broad shoulders, dark beard wet from the rain, ranger jacket hugging his powerful chest. Forty-two, divorced, the man everyone in the park whispered about. He took one look at me and didn’t waste w
