Abbie sat by the fire, reading a book to escape her own self-induced t*****e-by-logic. She had thought through this thing with Jack from every angle, three times over. It all came down to one thing: she had let herself feel too much and too deeply. On New Year’s Day, she would face the consequences. Still, it was too late to undo what had happened. And maybe she didn’t want that at all, for she honestly couldn’t regret knowing Jack—not yet, anyway.
For now, she was doing what she had dreamed of when she’d first planned her mountain retreat. All thoughts of Jack aside, she loved this cabin. Her favorite spot was here beside the fieldstone fireplace in a big, overstuffed leather chair and ottoman. On each wall perpendicular to the fireplace, large windows gave the illusion of open space. Fi
