- Charlotte - The inside of the homestead was exactly like the man who built it—dark, imposing, and undeniably comforting. Stepping over the threshold, the scent of cedar, worn leather, and subtle pine washed over me. The ground floor was a sprawling, open-concept space that leaned heavily into a rustic, minimalist aesthetic. It wasn't cluttered, but it wasn't cold, either. Dark, matte-black fixtures contrasted perfectly with rich mahogany floors and exposed timber beams across the ceiling. To the left was a massive lounge room centered around a stone fireplace, a large flat screen and deep, oversized leather couches that looked dangerously comfortable. Beyond that lay a state-of-the-art kitchen with dark granite countertops and a massive island that begged for lazy Sunday mornings. "My office and bar are through there," Logan murmured, his hand resting a warm, heavy weight on the small of my back as he pointed toward a set of closed double doors. "And the room at the end of the h
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