The Billionaire's Second Chance Christmas

Inheriting billions was a surprise for me, as well as the man I hate to love coming back into my life. It's almost Christmas, my favorite time of year, and my Bed and Breakfast is finally open. In the middle of a blizzard, a man bursts through my front door yelling for help.
He stands up, brushes off the snow, I look at him and my heart turns inside out. There he stood, Brock Valencia, looking much more filled out, and even more panty-droppingly luscious than he did on prom night when he broke my heart. What is he doing back. Now we're stuck together in this blizzard and he's giving me that look again, like he wants to vigorously
rip off my clothes and ravage me. I've never stopped loving him, but now I'm boiling over with anger.
Well, I'm not going to make it easy for him. If he wants to get me back, he's going to have to work for it.
I want him, but I'm not going to let him shatter my heart all over again.