“You’re at my place, a cabin along the river about twenty miles from town. Don’t you remember the ride here in my Jeep?” “I...sort of. It’s all kind of fuzzy.” Tess’s gaze darted from the male face bathed in shadows beside the bed, to the natural pine log walls, to the wedding ring patterned quilt that covered her, and back to the face made even more attractive by a night’s growth of beard. The faint mauve light filling the window across the room suggested it was nearly dawn. The snow had stopped, but it weighted down the branches of the Douglas firs outside the cabin, creating a real-life picture postcard. She reached for her head with her right hand before a sharp pain and the weight of the cast reminded her that her wrist was broken. She switched to the left and gingerly touched the lump on the back of her head. “Does it still hurt?” Stony asked. “My scalp’s a little tender, but my head doesn’t ache like it did.” She realized what was missing and sat up with a jerk that made her dizzy.
What do You think about Taming The Lone Wolf (1995)?
