The sun had dipped low behind the hills, casting the valley in a golden haze as Jack stood at the edge of his shop, sweat clinging to his bare chest. He watched the dust trail behind Delilah and her mother’s…
The morning sun spilled through the forest canopy, casting golden stripes across Jack Johnson’s workbench as he shaved down a slab of walnut wood. The scent of cedar, sweat, and sawdust lingered in the air like musk—thick and earthy. Jack’s…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…
The summer sun was high over Timber Hollow, pouring golden light over dusty pickup trucks, porch swings, and the faint scent of cedarwood from the sawmill drifting down Main Street. Jack Johnson, all six-foot-five of him, stood outside the hardware…
A light rain had started to fall as Evelyn pulled onto the winding gravel road leading to Jack Johnson’s cabin. The rhythmic hiss of the tires on wet stone mirrored the unease in her chest. She hadn’t planned on coming…
The sun had dipped low behind the hills, casting the valley in a golden haze as Jack stood at the edge of his shop, sweat clinging to his bare chest. He watched the dust trail behind Delilah and her mother’s…
The morning sun spilled through the forest canopy, casting golden stripes across Jack Johnson’s workbench as he shaved down a slab of walnut wood. The scent of cedar, sweat, and sawdust lingered in the air like musk—thick and earthy. Jack’s…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…
The summer sun was high over Timber Hollow, pouring golden light over dusty pickup trucks, porch swings, and the faint scent of cedarwood from the sawmill drifting down Main Street. Jack Johnson, all six-foot-five of him, stood outside the hardware…
A light rain had started to fall as Evelyn pulled onto the winding gravel road leading to Jack Johnson’s cabin. The rhythmic hiss of the tires on wet stone mirrored the unease in her chest. She hadn’t planned on coming…