Page 67 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Kendra

I’m about ready to undo my seat belt and crawl into Luther’s lap when he slows.

We’ve been driving for fifteen minutes on another country highway, but we’re not turning onto another road.

We’re turning down a driveway.

My core clenches.

We’re here.

It’s another minute until I see the house.

And holy fuck.

My mouth drops open.

It’s not a house.

It’s a freaking log-style mansion.

The house is surrounded by tall pines that block out the setting sun, draping the property in shadows.

But lights glow along the last length of the driveway and up the path leading to the front steps.

And lights glow from inside too, illuminating the two stories of windows.

It’s… stunning.

It’s out of a damn magazine.

I glance over at Luther. He glances at me, still not speaking, and lifts a shoulder.

Just a casual Yeah, I’m loaded .

I remember my dad saying he owned a bunch of hotels, but I was picturing motels with dive bars like the Inn.

This house was built in a whole different tax bracket.

Luther presses a button on the truck visor, and one of the three garage doors opens.