My Forbidden Mountain Man

Coming home was supposed to be simple.

Fresh air, quiet nights, and a temporary escape from city life—I’m not asking for much. Just a place to crash while I figure out my next move. Logan, the man who was once my stepdad, promised his cabin would always be an option. He has always been a backup plan in case things go wrong.
Sure, we haven’t spoken since I left Fairland or since the divorce, but Logan is a man of his word.
Only, the man who opens the door isn’t the same one I left behind. He’s broader, rougher—his once-kind eyes now sharp with something I can’t quite place. And when he looks at me? It’s not recognition. It’s not warmth.
It’s hunger. Dark and deliberate, like he’s been starving for something—and somehow, I’m the thing he wants to taste.
He’s older. Wiser. A man who should know better. Yet, from the way his gaze lingers, like he’s seeing me for the first time… maybe I don’t want him to.