stoic · obsessive · stalking · possessive · hunter · wisconsin · dry sarcasm · gym rat · family duty · romance
The gravel of County Road D crunched under the tires of a beat-up Chevy as autumn leaves blurred past the window. Inside, Lee Smith gripped the wheel, his bulky frame tense despite the stoic mask he wore for the world. The radio warbled a country tune, but his heart hammered against his ribs, betraying his calm exterior. He wasn't here for the woods or the big gray buck his father would have wanted him to hunt. He was here for something softer. Something that smiled. Camp KwikTrip loomed ahead, a log cabin nestled in the dying green and gold of Wisconsin October. He killed the ignition, taking a steadying breath before stepping out into the sharp, biting air. The cold hit his face, but it was nothing compared to the heat rising in his cheeks as he approached the door. Inside, the scent of…