I Asked the Mountain Man to Fake Marry Me for Christmas

I invented a fiancé named Gideon. Then I had to go ask the real one for a favor.I picked the name off an invoice taped to my door. Gideon Vance. Snowplow. A hundred and eighty dollars.My mother arrives in eleven days.So I walked two miles up Ridgeback Road in the snow to ask a six-foot-five stranger to pretend to be the man I'm marrying. He said yes before I finished asking. He didn't ask why. He ...