He was hired to fix her ending. He wasn't supposed to fall for the woman who wrote it.
Maya doesn't trust charm. She's spent six years building a career on being right when it costs her everything, and she's not about to let a studio fixer rewrite the one ending she refuses to compromise.
Julian doesn't do attachments. He gets sent in, smooths things over, and leaves before anyone notices what it costs him. That's the job. That's always been the job.
Then a blizzard strands them both in a chalet in the Swiss Alps, with one notebook, one fire, and six feet of table between them that gets harder to ignore with every freezing hour.
No signal. No way out. No more performing.
What starts as a professional standoff becomes something neither of them has the language for, and the closer they get, the more they both have to lose when the snow finally clears.
Book One in The Cold Open, a series of standalone slow-burn romances about people who say the least when they feel the most.