Let it Snow

I'm a planner. I like to know what's coming next. I plan my days, my holidays, my love life. Which is why, when my fiancé, Paul, unplanned our holiday—and our entire future—just before Christmas, it felt like everything was slipping out of my control. But I didn't panic. Instead? I planned. I figured a trip home to Oregon to see my family for the holidays would help me forget my failed engagement. Or at provide distraction in the form of Mom's sugar cookies. The only thing is—you can't plan the weather. And as soon as I checked in for my flight, my plans were screwed again, and instead of going home for Christmas, it looked like I'd be spending Christmas eve snowed in and all alone at the airport. When a tall, rugged Irishman offers to distract me, first with chocolate, and then with a drink, and then with... other things... I realize that maybe it's okay to...