Rose pulled her little car up to the remote family cabin just as the first heavy flakes started swirling hard. The wind howled through the pine trees, and she could barely see ten feet ahead. She grabbed her bag and ran for the door, snow already sticking to her long dark hair and coat.Inside, it was warm and golden from the big stone fireplace. Her three older stepbrothers were already there, shirtless after chopping wood, sweat still glistening on their muscles.Dave stood by the mantel, thirty-four, tallest and broadest, with a deep voice and tattoos snaking over his chest. Lucky leaned against the wall, thirty-one, quiet and built like stone, his abs flexing every time he breathed. Luke, the youngest at twenty-eight, grinned from the couch, cocky and lean, eyes already roaming over her.“Made it just in time, little sis,” Dave said, voice low and rough. “Storm’s getting nasty.”Rose shook snow from her coat. “Yeah, it’s crazy out there. Good thing you guys are here.”Right then t
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