The Cabin in the Pines
The knock came sharp and unexpected. Bella opened the door to find Jasper Whitlock on her porch, snow clinging to his jacket, amber eyes uncertain in the lamplight.
“Sorry to bother you,” he said, his Southern accent warming the cold air. “My truck went off the road. Storm’s getting worse.”
They stared at each other, both shocked to find a familiar face in this isolated place.
“The roads are closed,” he said quietly.
“Good thing I’ve got coffee,” Bella replied, stepping aside.
Neither knew that Rosalie and Emmett’s careful planning had just changed everything.