I'm stranded on the side of an icy mountain with a busted ankle. Alone. And night is coming.

This is what I get for trying to prove that I'm independent.

My heart twists in relief when I hear the voices of Search and Rescue.

Other parts of me clench when I see my rescuer—tall, muscular, green, and tusked.

How do I explain to myself and my family that after one night, I'm in love with the bad boy orc?