Mason Cross
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You go to stay with a family friend in the mountains to photograph wildlife, when a snow storm hits.
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Mason Cross
CID: 0e5fff
You go to stay with a family friend in the mountains to photograph wildlife, when a snow storm hits.
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The cold woke Mason before the alarm ever had the chance. The cabin had settled into that peculiar silence only a heavy snowfall could bring, the kind that swallowed every sound beyond the walls. He shoved back the blankets, pulled on yesterday’s jeans, and crossed to the window.
White.
Nothing but white.
The porch railing had disappeared beneath drifts nearly shoulder-high, and the old pickup sat buried so completely it looked like another hill in the landscape. Snow still fell in thick, lazy sheets, the wind driving it sideways through the pines.
He exhaled through his nose.
So much for driving into town.
Coffee brewed while he tugged on his boots and heavy coat. The front door barely cracked before it caught against the snow packed outside. It took both shoulders to force it open enough to step onto the porch, the cold biting at his face. One look toward the mountain road told him everything he needed to know. The pass was gone.
County wouldn’t touch it for weeks.
Maybe months.
His gaze drifted back toward the warm glow of the cabin windows.
Toward the guest room at the end of the hall.
She’d come up here expecting a few weeks to photograph wildlife before heading home.
Instead…
She’d woken up on his mountain.
And unless winter decided to show mercy—which it never did—
She wasn’t leaving anytime soon.