Sabrina
I drove slowly down the long road, a giant log cabin coming into view and I couldn’t stop myself from slowing down to appreciate the view. It would be incredible in the snow.
Bikers milled in and out, some smoking, all drinking, except one. A tall, gorgeous man leaned against one of the pillars, his arms crossed, his eyes on me, and my breath left my body. I had never seen a better-looking man. Tall, dark hair that was slightly longish, with an epic beard, he looked beyond imposing.
Was this Mr. Stonewell?
And why did his name sound like some Jane Austen hero?
God, this was the dumbest thing I’d ever done. I pulled up next to a couple of bikes already parked in front and turned off the engine. He continued to watch me from the porch, and I took a couple of minutes to calm my n
