It was a small log building with a long porch that appeared to run all the way around it. Light filtered through the pine trees and sparkled on the lake behind the house. She thought she could see a small dock jutting out into the water, but the cabin blocked her view. And Jesse’s car was parked in front, so she was in the right place. Nerves twisted in her belly. She drew in a slow, calming breath and resisted the urge to spin her Mustang around and peel out down the dirt driveway. But then the door to the cabin opened and Jesse stepped out. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the view was pretty spectacular. Broad shoulders sloped down into heavy pecs sprinkled with hair, and hard ridges of abs tapered to a narrow waist. She wanted to slide her hands over his naked skin, wanted to know if the curls on his chest would be crisp or soft under her palms. Warmth pulsed through her body, settling in to ache between her thighs. She wanted him. She always wanted him. He propped his long, muscular form against one of the porch posts, his gaze meeting hers through the windshield.
