This winter finds Kemp Trumble in a pickle along Lake Erie as he attempts to seek out some quiet time to finish writing his next best-selling thriller. Not only does he think the lumberjack next door is loud and annoying, but he also believes the stud alluring, a heavy distraction, and sexy.<br><br>Kemp purposely tries to keep his distance from Jack Manwood, knowing they rub each other the wrong way. To no avail, Kemp seems to constantly run into Jack. No matter how much Kemp steers clear of the hot neighbor, Jack is always around, here and there, everywhere.<br><br>Unpredictably, these two different men, one from the back woods and one from the city, find common ground: drinks at Timbers, manly hugs, and the annual Lumberjack Competition, which they both attend. But are Kemp and Jack's similarities strong enough to escalate their friendly relationship into boyfriendhood? Or will they remain separated by miles of lumber and broken hearts?

Lumberjack

“What?” I asked. “Do I have something on my face?”


“Handsomeness,” he replied. “Just some handsomeness.” Then he quickly stood and said down to me, “Sit here for a seconds’ spell.” He exited the room, dashed upstairs, came back down the narrow flight of mahogany-colored steps, and placed a five hundred-piece puzzle on coffee table in front of us. “I’ve had this sitting around for quite some time. My Lancaster sister brought it with her when she visited me last spring. She’s huge on puzzling, and she’s quite good at it. Didn’t take it with her. What do you say we have at it?”


“Hot air balloons floating over the desert. Not too shabby. We can do this,” I said, picking up the box and admiring its luscious and bright colors. “Should we time us or just enjoy its solace?”


“Let’s just enjoy it. If Gia returns for another visit, I’ll send her your way. The two of you can compete.”


“Love that idea. I’m always up for a puzzle championship under my belt.”


Chapter 17