Spending Thanksgiving trapped in a hotel with a man I can't stand, really isn't my idea of a good time, but that's what's happening anyway. I've hated River Santos since I first started working for the airline. I was warned to stay away from him by more than one flight attendant, my best friend included. River was your typical pilot: cocky, arrogant, and left a trail of broken hearts in his wake. At least that's what I'd always been told. And so far, he'd done nothing to dissuade my negative opinions of him. But one unprecedented snowstorm later and I find myself spending time with a guy I thought I knew, but didn't really know at all. I don't want to like him, but he's making it difficult. And we have more in common than I ever thought possible. What happens when you stop hating your enemy and start wanting him instead?