I take my superstitions seriously in hockey; when the Raiders are on a winning streak, I don’t shave my beard.
A woman like Lena Torsten doesn’t want a beast.
It doesn’t matter, anyway. She’s off limits. She’s my best friend’s little sister and he’s asked me to watch over her while she’s in town. I’ve never been allowed to want her. I’ve never even let myself think about having her:
Until she ends up staying with me at my cabin and I can think of nothing but Lena. If Mark ever finds out what I want with his sister…well, my time is up.
Beauty and the Beast is nothing but a fairy tale. Those kinds of happy endings don’t exist, do they?