South Pole. Two dudes. One cabin.
I came here to record leopard seal mating calls for my research. I never imagined the diver assigned to me would be Grant, the arrogant high school basketball captain from my biology class.
Now this tall, hunky jock with the face of a model is a master diver with steady hands and an intensity that makes my pulse spike every time he looks at me.
This is my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—after five years of research—to record these elusive animals and win the rising young scientist award I’ve been chasing.
But sharing body heat with Grant in this brutal cold and being stuck in a cabin with just one bed is making me question my whole life.
I’m straight. Or I thought I was.
Because suddenly researching the nine-inch pole trapped in his diving suit feels far more important than recording seals.
A steamy, low-angst, fun standalone short read of 17,000 words with HEA.
