The storm raged outside the old lakeside cabin, rain hammering against the wooden roof like a thousand impatient fingers. Inside, the fire crackled warmly in the stone hearth, but the heat between Elena and Jax was far more dangerous.
Elena stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself, watching lightning split the sky. She’d come here to escape her crumbling marriage, not to fall into the arms of her late husband’s younger brother. Yet here he was—six-foot-three of raw, rain-soaked muscle, shirt clinging to every ridge of his chest after he’d rushed in from checking the generator.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.
Jax dropped the toolbox by the door and stalked toward her, water dripping from his dark hair onto the floorboards. His eyes, the co
