“Well, you’re always welcome at the Brooks Cabin,” he said. “I hope you enjoy your stay in our fine mountain getaway with beautiful views from all sides, a massive fireplace to keep you cozy even in the harshest of snowstorms, and a steaming hot tub to soak away your aches—or simply enjoy with our sexy cabin boy.” He waggled his brows. “That would be me.” I laughed. “First-class accommodations.” “Nothing but the best for Quinn Taylor.” Ha. If he only knew. Quinn Taylor had not enjoyed the best of anything in years.
