Jed opened the back door of his quad cab for the dogs and they hopped out, ran off to explore.

“My cabin.”

I looked away from the view and to Jed. He pulled a bag and tossed it over his shoulder.

“This place is yours?”

He nodded, walked across the flagstones to the front door. It had a keypad lock and he pushed a few of the numbers to unlock it. He pushed it open and turned to face me. Waited.

He was rugged as always. Jeans and sturdy work boots. Today he wore a black t-shirt and his Stetson was missing. He looked like a lumberjack, only needing to replace the duffel bag he carried with an axe. The setting was perfect. He fit here.

I cut past him inside and he followed, set the bag down.

As I took in the interior, he walked around, opening windows and the sliding door at the back. As I’d thought, it was one large room, although there was a small bathroom with a door to my right. The kitchen had a fridge and stove/oven combo, a sink that overlooked the field. A small butcher block island. There was no dishwasher, only a drying rack. There was a large fireplace surrounded by river rock. A leather couch faced it and an overstuffed chair and ottoman were in the corner. I could see Jed here in the dead of winter, fire blazing, dog at his feet, as he read. In the far corner was a large bed, the frame hewn also from logs. A quilt covered it and one hung on the wall above the headboard.

A thick rug covered the floor in front of the fireplace and couch, but the rest was bare wide-plank beams. The space had been stuffy being closed up, but there was a breeze coming through the windows which set the simple muslin curtains fluttering.

Someone had built this place by hand and I guessed it was Jed.

“Did you build this?”

He shrugged, glanced around. “My father and I. I bought the land after college. When I came home to visit, we’d work on it. Some things we hired out, like the foundation and the chimney. My mother had her hand in decorating.”

I couldn’t imagine Jed choosing navy throw pillows for the leather sofa or cafe curtains. Her touch had been gentle though because her touches didn’t make it feminine, only charming.

“It’s really great, Jed.”

His eyes widened as he turned them to me. “It’s not Billionaire—”

I held up my hand. “Don’t even finish that. You think I’m too… snooty for this?” Then I waved my hand around to take in his place.

His gaze raked over me. “If the shoe fits, princess.”