When I saw Maggie walk into my lodge, I wanted her right there.
I give her a flash of the mountain monster and she told me to screw off.
She acted like I was some kind of animal. It pissed me off. Not because she was wrong – I am an animal.
But this animal has women lining up for miles to get a glimpse of the log I’m packing in my jeans.
Before long I’ll own this chef. In my bed. In my bathroom. In my kitchen – and she’ll be begging me for more.
But if she thinks she can fix this crooked mountain beast’s heart – she’s got another thing coming.
I’ve got my baggage and she’s got hers. I’m not letting this woman interfere with my life.
No matter how much I CRAVE her.