Jessica feels pressured when her grandmother passes and leaves her estate in the backwoods of Louisiana to Jessica. It was never her dream to move down south. She wanted to become a journalist in Denver, not the hills of the bayou. Though, to honor her grandmother, she moves into the quaint mansion nestled in the woods. There she's greeted by her cousin, Jacob, and his oddly handsome friends. It isn't until she's thrust into the middle of their secrets that she realizes she's the key to their survival and one of his friends has been starring in her dreams for months.
"Jessica."
I tore my heavy-lidded eyes away from the deep forest behind my grandmother's estate.
It'd been weeks since I had a good night's sleep. The green-eyed man in my dreams had sucked my body dry of rest. I was certain I had never seen him before. If I had, I would have stopped in my tracks.
He was tall, muscular, and full of secrets. As many times as I prompted him, he would never speak.
I would wake up with the feeling of being watched in my one-bedroom apartment back home in Denver.
Now, I was here. In the place where the dreams took place. Maybe it was just a coincidence. However, I hadn't been here since I was a little girl. Before my mother passed away and my dad moved us several states away.
"Jessica," Aunt Tasha said.
I blinked; attempting to draw myself out of the groggy place, I called my brain. She had on a black wide-brimmed hat with an oversized black dress. I wasn't quite sure how she wore it in the humid Louisiana heat.
I was warm in the black summer dress I wore. She insisted I wear a hat to block out the sun while burying my grandmother.
She'd been right. The sun was heavy during those thirty minutes of lowering Grandmother into the ground.
"Can you go grab the paper plates from the pantry?" she asked.
I nodded and unfolded my arms from around my stomach. There were tons of people I didn't know wafting in and out of the house today. I appreciated the food because neither Aunt Tasha nor I were in the mood to cook.
The pantry closet was full of canned vegetables and outdated appliances it seemed she never used.
I grabbed all of the paper plates and brought them to the kitchen counter full of casseroles and side dishes.
Several male voices were coming from the living room but I didn't venture there to see the culprit. I rubbed my makeup-free eyes until they burned.
"Excuse me, miss? Are you Jessica Lowery?"
I turned to see a somewhat familiar face hovering in the doorjamb. He'd been at the funeral awkwardly staring at me from a distance. Folding my arms, I leaned backward against the kitchen counter and swiped a piece of auburn hair from my forehead.
"I am. Who's asking?"
He took off his top hat revealing a comb over and an aged face. He was the same height as me, which was on the shorter side and wobbled with each step.
"I'm Mr. Henley, your grandmother's attorney. Do you have a moment to chat?"
Why would he need to speak to me? Aunt Tasha was her only living child. Maybe she left me something to remember her by. "Are you sure you need to speak to me?" I asked.
He nodded. "I'm very certain, Ms. Lowery."
I nodded and led him down a side hall toward the room where I knew Grandmother used to pay her bills. It had a small desk and two chairs. The smell of stale furniture hung in the humid air as dust particles floated in the sunbeams from the uncovered window.
I sat down and faced Mr. Henley.
He pulled out a folder and opened it on the desk between us. I didn't pretend to know what a will looked like but it seemed to me that was the culprit behind this meeting.
"Your grandmother was very specific about what she wanted to do with her estate."
I lifted both brows at him.
"Wouldn't it go to Aunt Tasha?" I asked.
He tilted his head. "Normally, yes, but since she stated for you to have it, then it's yours."
"Mine?" I repeated.
I couldn't imagine living in this Podunk town or taking care of such a huge place. Plus, it needed a lot of tender love and care that I couldn't possibly afford. I leaned back in the high-back chair and laughed. "You're sure?" I asked. "I can't live here, Mr. Henley. I just graduated from college. I plan to become a journalist in Denver."
Mr. Henley pressed his mouth into a thin line and intertwined his fingers on the desk. "Your grandmother was afraid that you may say that. When your father moved you up north, she was afraid you wouldn't want to come back."
I shifted nervously in my chair. She was right. There was nothing for me here.
"She asks that you live here for one year, give this place a try, and then if you don't find what you're looking for, you may leave."
What was I looking for? A job? A future? I was sure I wouldn't find it here.
I crossed my legs and leaned my elbows against the desk. "I'm-I'm not sure, Mr. Henley."
Aunt Tasha's heavy heels thundered down the hallway and she stopped cold in the doorway. "What's going on? Mr. Henley, didn't I ask you to wait until after the funeral to corner Jess?"
He huffed and shut the folder. "Her plane is leaving in the morning, Tasha."
Tasha's dark eyes shifted toward mine. "You're leaving in the morning, Jess?"
Embarrassment climbed my body. I wanted to get back home. I had job interviews next week, and frankly, being here gave me the creeps.
"Yes ma'am," I said softly.
She huffed and rubbed her temple. "The food is ready. We'll talk about all of this in just a little while."
Mr. Henley left the will on the desk and pointed toward it. "You look over this and please do not leave tomorrow without talking to me."
"Sure," I said.
Mr. Henley walked swiftly out of the room, leaving Aunt Tasha to glare at me. "I was hoping you could stay longer. Come on, I heated up that chicken and rice casserole. Jacob is here with a few of his friends."
Jacob was Aunt Tasha's only son. My only cousin on my mother's side. While my father had multiple siblings and a larger family.
Jacob stood with his back to me when I walked into the kitchen with Aunt Tasha. He looked over, and familiar brown eyes greeted me.
I smiled, so many memories surfaced from that mischievous grin. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Good to see you, Jessica."
He bent down and hugged me tightly. He was taller than I ever thought he would be. I didn't remember his dad, David, being that tall before he ran off when Jacob was ten years old.
"Good to see you, too," I said pulling back to look at the three men standing in the room.
"These are a few of my friends."
I really tried not to gawk. They were all huge. Bigger than the boys back in Denver, for sure. I knew they said many boys south of the Mason-Dixon Line were corn-fed. This seemed to prove the point validly.
I waved politely.
"This is Liam, Aaron, and Seth," he said, pointing at each one separately.
"Nice to meet you," I said.
Aunt Tasha sliced through my glancing at them with a plate of food. "Here. You haven't eaten all day, you need it."
I took the plate and walked into the living room. A few older people from the funeral spoke to be polite while I made my way into the dining area. The high-back chairs and dusty table were the fanciest pieces in the house.
The memories of eating fried bologna and homemade biscuits brought tears to my eyes.
Jacob slid into the chair on the opposite side of the table. "It's really good to see you, Jess. It's been so long. Momma said you graduated?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I have interviews next week in Denver. It's a new world being tossed into the wild to fend for yourself."
He gave me his infamous lopsided grin. "I'm proud of you."
"Thank you," I said, pushing my food around my plate.
The front door opened, but I didn't look up from my plate. "What are you doing nowadays?"
"I've been working at the sawmill."
A shadow drew over the table and I glanced up above Jacob's head. Two of Jacob's friends had sat down and I hadn't even noticed.
But it wasn't their presence that shook me to my core.
It was the green-eyed man standing behind Jacob. His ebony hair was wind-blown as if he'd been running. The same intense glare from my dreams was brought to life in front of me.
I pinched my leg quietly to see if I was perhaps dreaming again.
No, this was real.
"About time you made it. Jessica, this is Mason. Mason this is Jessica."
I couldn't get my mouth to work. I just stared at him while everyone stared at me.
Jacob lifted a brow, drawing my attention away from this gawking man. "Nice to meet you," I whispered as Aunt Tasha made her way into the dining room.
"Alright," she said. "Mason, I left you a plate on the kitchen counter. You can join us. We're about to persuade Jessica to take over the estate."
Oh, God.
I couldn't even think straight with this man in the room. How would I state my case of not moving here and uprooting my plans?
Mason left the room and I let out a heavy breath. My entire body had lit fire at the sight of him. There was something magnetic. The other three chatting boys at the table were good-looking, but this man warmed me from head to toe.
Aunt Tasha sat her fork down. "Now, let's talk about the estate, Jessica."
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