It was late afternoon when the heat broke. The thick clouds that had been sitting heavy over the treetops all morning finally gave way, letting shafts of golden sunlight pierce through. Jack stood at the open doors of his workshop,…
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…
It had been two full days since Lucien spent the night at Jack’s cabin. Since then, Jack had gone back to his usual routine — splitting logs with his bare arms in the misty mornings, sanding the edge of a…
The cabin was quiet again, the evening sun casting long golden rays through the tall pine trees. Jack stood shirtless at the workbench, arms flexing as he planed a fresh slab of cedar. The scent of sawdust mixed with his…
It was late afternoon when the heat broke. The thick clouds that had been sitting heavy over the treetops all morning finally gave way, letting shafts of golden sunlight pierce through. Jack stood at the open doors of his workshop,…
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…
It had been two full days since Lucien spent the night at Jack’s cabin. Since then, Jack had gone back to his usual routine — splitting logs with his bare arms in the misty mornings, sanding the edge of a…
The cabin was quiet again, the evening sun casting long golden rays through the tall pine trees. Jack stood shirtless at the workbench, arms flexing as he planed a fresh slab of cedar. The scent of sawdust mixed with his…