Returning to the chateau after such a beautiful evening with a welcome respite from the noise and the crowd. not that Alexandra didn't have a beautiful and nearly magical time at the stunning Jazz club. However, she wanted to be alone with Jeremy.They headed to the bedroom amid playful banter and kissing. The evening had been so perfectly romantic that neither wanted it to end. They eased back onto the bed soft laughter claiming their breath. " That was amazing, " Alex said looking up at the ceiling and taking in the soft silence of the room. " I wish I could let you listen to some of my favorite Jazz. I don't want the night to be over just yet. "" You can, " Jeremy replied. " I would love to hear something that you truly love. I've always felt that music says so much about a person. I'd love for you to share that with me. You can connect to my sound system if you want. " She nodded eagerly and pulled out her phone, a few gestures on the touch

Jeremy lay awake in the silent darkness of Sunday night, his thoughts whirling around the imminent decision he had to make. Hillis' suspension bore down heavily on him, the ticking clock giving him just two days to shape the course of the player's future. As sleep finally beckoned and his thoughts began to blur, the familiar nightmare crept in. It had started when he embarked on the grueling journey of rehabbing his injury and had persisted up until Alexandra unintentionally sparked the embers of his love for the game. The realization that his recurring torment had started to wane since rekindling his passion had not dawned on him, a connection hidden even to them both.The nightmare was a replay of his rookie year's first play in the preseason game, a moment that would mark the end of his playing career. He had always possessed an uncanny ability to read defenses like an open book. In his dream, he saw the defense setting up an overload blitz cover 2. With a quic

Underneath the velvet curtain of the night, Jeremy and Alexandra finally found themselves at the threshold of Jeremy's Mountain Ranch. They had arrived later than expected, the hands on the clock nudging past eleven, and the inky darkness shrouding the details of their new home from Alexandra's keen eyes. All she could make out was the silhouette of a sturdy two-story log cabin, its timeworn facade whispering tales of a past as rugged as the ranch itself.As the truck's gravel-crunching arrival came to a halt, Jeremy wasted no time. With practised efficiency, he unloaded their horses and led them into the warm refuge of a nearby barn. The air was thick with the sweet scent of hay and the comforting murmur of the animals as they settled into their new surroundings. Once the horses were attended to, Jeremy collected their luggage and navigated a familiar path to the back door.The key turned in the lock with a comforting click, and they stepped into the heart of the cabin. The kitchen gr

Jeremy had always been a man of surprises, but this one was unlike any other. With a mischievous grin, he led Alexandra on horseback, their hooves crunching on the dry leaves and twigs that littered the trail. The sound was a symphony to their ears, a melodious crescendo that set the stage for what was about to unfold. The trail led them to a part of the wilderness that was shrouded in mystery, hidden from the prying eyes of the world by a thicket of Aspen trees. As they moved closer, the trees parted like curtains on a stage, revealing a meadow that was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. It was a hidden gem, a secret kept by the Aspens, unseen and untouched. Alexandra's breath hitched in her throat as she took in the sight. The sun painted the sky with hues of pink, orange and red, its light turning the meadow into a canvas of vibrant colors. The grass glistened with dew, and the wildflowers swayed gently in the evening breeze, their aroma filling the air. " This is beaut

The morning sun laid a blanket of gold on Jeremy's mountain ranch, illuminating rough-hewn wood and weathered faces. The air was rich with the scent of eggs and bacon, mixed with the earthy aroma of cattle and hay. The breakfast table was an island of chatter and laughter amongst the ranch hands, their work-worn hands and sun-beaten faces concealing the dawn's fatigue. Jeremy, the owner, was leaning against the ranch's fence, his eyes surveying his land, his heart filled with an incalculable sense of belonging. As the breakfast cacophony ebbed, his satellite phone shattered the silence with its shrill ring. A look of surprise crossed his face as he glanced at the screen.Excusing himself from Lloyd and the other men, who were prepping for the day's branding, he ambled away, the phone pressed against his ear. On the other end was his accountant, a voice as crisp as a freshly ironed shirt. The news he brought was a surprise - the funds from the sale of Phoenix Scorpions, the National B