Marshall Robison stalled at the top of the steps again, and he turned to watch the car he’d ridden in for years brake before pulling back onto the street. Something writhed inside him. Something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Something he hadn’t expected to feel again, frankly.
Attraction to a woman.
He shook his head and entered the building where all the official business for the Robison Plantations got done. He handled the majority of it, and he’d fallen behind on a few things last week as his grounds crew prepared for the storm coming in tomorrow night. Even a hefty wind could prove dangerous for his trees and his profits, so he took the storm warnings very seriously.
No one besides him would be in today, and honestly, that was how Marshall liked it. The southern plantation ra
