Plowed by the Snowplow Driver

When a whiteout on Alaska's Dalton Highway strands Oliver with his mother's ashes, snowplow driver Hank strips them both bare to save his life—then they have four days to decide if warmth is just about survival or something worth staying for.

Hank Eriksen hasn't touched anyone in the eight years since his wife died. Oliver Westbrook hasn't existed outside a hospice room since his mother's diagnosis. Now they're stuck together in Hank's off-grid cabin in Wiseman, Alaska—population 19—waiting for a fuel line part and pretending they don't notice the way grief has left them both starving for the same thing.

What starts as borrowed thermals and shared body heat turns into a pool lesson at a Coldfoot bar that ruins six hundred dollars' worth of felt and leaves both men shaking. Between plow shifts on a frozen highway and nights where the only warmth is each other, what they're building starts to feel less like survival and more like something they'll have to choose.