Emma pulled her car up to the secluded family cabin behind the mountains. Her husband Ryan had been gone for nearly ten days on a business trip, leaving her alone in their big house with nothing but frustration and unmet needs. When her father-in-law Richard had casually suggested she come up to the cabin for the weekend to “clear her head and get some fresh mountain air,” she had agreed without hesitation.
She hadn’t expected the rush of heat that hit her the moment she saw him.
Richard stood on the porch, tall and rugged at 58 years old. His hair was slightly messy from the wind, his beard framed a strong jaw, and his shirt stretched across broad shoulders and when he smiled at her, his eyes held a warmth that felt dangerously intimate.
“Emma, sweetheart,” he called out, walking down
