Wild Heart, Quiet Storm

The blizzard hit Aspen Ridge at 4:17 PM, trapping fourteen guests inside the lodge. Two of them were rival CEOs who had not spoken a civil word in three years. "I am sorry — there is only one room left. And it has one bed." James laughed. Olivia did not. "Absolutely not," she said. "I will sleep in the lobby." "The lobby heating is out." Olivia looked at James. James looked at Olivia. Three years of rivalry hung between them like charged static. "Fine," she said. "But you are sleeping on the floor."