The Lombardi Sweep

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its pale glow over the sprawling landscape surrounding Jeremy's chateau. It was 2 AM, and exhaustion clung to Jeremy and Alexandra like a heavy shroud after their long drive from Lloyd's ranch just outside of Dillon, Montana. Dust and sweat mingled on their skin, evidence of the day spent helping Lloyd brand his cattle.

As their truck rumbled to a stop in front of the grand entrance, Jeremy turned to Alexandra, weariness etched into the lines of his rugged face. "I'll take care of unloading the horses," he said, his voice laced with fatigue. "You should head inside and get some rest. We can tackle the rest in the morning."

Alexandra, her features reflecting the strain of the long journey, nodded wearily. She reached for her suitcase and gathered her scattered belongings, her movements slow and deliberate. The weight of exhaustion pressed down upon her, but she couldn't ignore her responsibilities. "I appreciate it, Jeremy, but I have to be