Three years ago, my dad’s best friend drew a clear line in the sand between us.

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His excuses? The typical—you’re too young, you’re my best friend’s daughter, it’s wrong.

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Only he didn’t seem to think it was wrong when he volunteered to drive me down the mountain to pick up dinner for our families.

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Little did we know the storm would hit faster than the forecast predicted.

Now we’re stranded, forced to seek shelter in an abandoned cabin while we ride it out.

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And I can’t help but wonder if Callum will finally give in to our attraction, or if this time he’ll draw a line in the snow.

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Weather the Storm is an age-gap, dad’s best friend, spicy short story