How to Wed a Mountain Man

I built my life to keep people out.
Up here on the mountain, I can carve wood, breathe the fresh air, and pretend the world doesn’t exist.
But then the loneliness got louder than the silence.
So I did something reckless. I ordered a mail-order bride.
Now Paige is here, with her curves, her bright smile, and a kindness I don’t know what to do with.
She’s everything I didn’t plan for—and everything I don’t know how to hold on to.
Because the second she steps into my cabin, it’s obvious this is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
And I’m not sure I can be the kind of man she wants.