negative effect on his life. Becoming a serious hermit could eventually hurt his ability to focus on his work. If that happened, it would be bad.
Corey didn’t know who he was without his work. It meant everything. It was everything. He had to take care of himself so he could do his work. If that meant joining the Rotary Club, then that’s what he was going to do.
Corey always felt it was important to give back to the community. He’d felt that way ever since he was a kid. His family never would have survived if not for the community organizations who’d supported his mother.
Maybe what he should do was start a charity. He stepped out of the shower and started to dry off. What kind of charity should an ex-SEAL, grizzly shifter start? There were a lot of shifters on Fate Mountain. Maybe he should start a charity that ensured shifter children got enough to eat. Or maybe he’d start a scholarship for bright young shifters in technology.
He had so much money stocked away in various bank accounts, he could start any or all of his charity ideas without the slightest financial strain. The problem was, if he started these charities, he’d have to actually run them. That meant leaving his cabin and talking to people.
He pulled on a clean pair of boxers and wiped the steam off the mirror.
Slipping on his glasses, he smiled at himself in the mirror. He could deal with people for the greater good, right?
4
W illow spent the rest of the evening trying to write. She just couldn’t figure out how to make her heroine care that the hero had left her. The character had everything she needed, and he hadn’t added anything special to her life. Her character just didn’t feel anything.
She pressed her period key three times...
This damn book was a complete rewrite. She had to go back to the beginning and learn who these characters really were or they would never be able to fall in love.
As she was thinking about her characters, she was reminded that her stalker was still out there. This guy was a twisted sicko. Each letter got more insane. Willow was afraid he was going to eventually hurt her. Detective Johnson was on the same page about the danger level, even if he couldn’t do a thing to help her.
The stalker’s letters made it clear that he wanted her. Was this what it had come to in her own love life? An anonymous, dangerous stalker was the only man she had to think about?
She picked up her phone and navigated to Cory’s picture on Mate.com. He had a warm smile and handsome face. From what she could see, she could tell he had the big muscular frame that shifters were known for. She bit her lip and scrolled down the screen to read his profile again. He was really smart. But he worked for himself and lived in a cabin at Fate Mountain Lodge. It was an interesting lifestyle choice, one that Willow could respect. As a writer, she wouldn’t mind living in a cabin by a lake. It actually sounded quite cozy.
She sighed, thinking about a week vacation to Fate Mountain, Oregon. It wasn’t that far of a drive from Seattle. If she left first thing in the morning, she’d be there by the afternoon.
The letter from her stalker had really shaken her up. Maybe if she got out of town, it would allow her to relax enough to figure out her story.
Clicking on Corey’s profile, she took a deep breath and opened the text pad. She let out the air in her lungs and started to type.
“I’d love to come to Fate Mountain to meet you.”
It only took about two seconds for a reply to come back.
“Fantastic. All the arrangements have been made at the lodge. All you have to do is show up. See you soon.”
Well. That was easy .
He seemed to be all business about meeting her. She definitely didn’t feel that way. There was too much going on in her life to not be nervous about this. Corey just showed up out of the blue during one of the biggest challenges she’d faced in her six-year long career with her publisher. She looked at her