Date: 20 January, 2025
“You’re not safe here,” he growls, his voice rough and dominant. “You’re coming with me.” It started with a scratching at my cabin door. I frantically call my reclusive neighbor, James McTierney— brooding, silver-haired mountain man. “HELP! I don’t want to be eaten by a bear!” I realize how ridiculous I sound and hang up, mortified. Seconds later, my door slams open... He's shirtless, pajama bottoms riding dangerously low, And a baby monitor clipped to his pocket. “I can’t protect you and my girls from two separate houses,” he growls “You’re coming with me.” James introduces me and his two...