I’m bent over a counter, scrubbing a shelf I already cleaned ten minutes ago, trying to ignore the fact that my dad’s best friend is watching me.

The cabin was my dad’s idea. His best friend, Cole, of twenty years has a place up north that needs cleaning before winter. I needed a weekend away from the city. 

I thought this would be a good idea. But Cole is forty-six, divorced, built like a man who chops his own wood with an axe.

Every time I’ve seen him, my thighs press together. I’ve been attracted to Cole since I saw him pull his shirt off at a July party and...