Page 3 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 2
Brock
“Thank God this is the last one,” Tyler groaned as I pulled the truck up to the front of the cabin, the final cabin on the list of residences we had to visit and put on alert.
“Oh, come on. It’s a beautiful afternoon. The snow is falling nicely and once the storm is over the ski conditions will be amazing.” Giving my partner a not-so-gentle punch on the shoulder, I added, “Let’s get this last one over with so we can get back home and sit it out until we get a call.”
Being that we were part of the Colorado Ranger Patrol, it was a big part of our job to notify residents when blizzards hit. People were naive on how dangerous the mountains could be in bad weather.
“It’s not just the weather we are here about, Tyler. What if someone opens the door and it’s one of the escaped convicts on the other side of the door? We have a responsibility.”
“Yes. I know,” he groaned. Tyler looked tired—really tired. He’d just gotten over pneumonia and still hadn’t fully bounced back yet. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a fucking MAC truck, that’s all.”
I smiled. “Last one, buddy.”
“Yup, you said that already.” His patience was at an all-time low. Grabbing the door handle, he opened the door and got out. He was already around the front of the vehicle and to the door before I was even out to join him.
“Whoa, wait up. We gotta do this all professional like,” I joked, straightening my down-filled, minus-a-million, winter jacket that sported the logo of the Colorado Ranger Patrol, along with my last name—Chambers—that had bunched up around my hips.
Tyler gave me the side-eye, posing his hand to knock.
Straightening upright, I brought myself up to my full 6′5, a full four inches taller than my best friend and partner Tyler, though we both had athletic builds. We led very active lifestyles. When we weren’t patrolling the mountains, we were on them skiing. I’d skied on the Olympic team for one of the games, but an injury had taken me out of competition and here I was.
“Proceed,” I instructed with unnecessary formality that made my partner laugh and shake his head. I gave him an odd look; that was the first laugh I’d gotten from him all day, despite my efforts to cheer him up. In his defense, I hadn’t tried overly hard though.
“Whatever, dude.” Knocking a few times we both waited for the door to open. There was the soft glow of a light on inside so there was certainly someone within. A couple knocks later we heard the chain on the other side of the door rattle and the deadbolt being unlocked, followed by the door opening to reveal an absolutely breathtaking woman standing before us.
I immediately pinpointed what made her so stunning. Her eyes. 100% it was her eyes. They were a deep, bright blue. The color you’d expect to see in a sapphire. They couldn’t be real. Narrowing my eyes, I stared a little more deeply into those beautiful orbs and saw no signs of contact lenses.
Wow.
We stared at each other for God knows how long before she broke eye contact and looked at Tyler. This gave me a moment to survey the rest of her. She was a curvy girl wearing a pair of jeans and a low cut, V-neck blue sweater that matched her eyes to perfection. The V-neck dipped low into her cleavage and at my vantage point I could see the outline of her black lacy bra underneath.
“Can I help you?” She asked with caution in her voice.
“We’re with the Colorado Ranger Patrol, ma’am.” Tyler pointed to his jacket. “We’re here for a couple of reasons actually.”
She nodded, looking back to me. “Which would be?” There was caution in her expression and tone, and rightfully so.
Her skin was a flawless ivory, making me wonder how much more of her under that sweater and jeans was as flawless. My dick stirred in my jeans at the thought of exploring every inch of her.
Tyler gave me a sharp elbow to the ribs. “First off, there’s a blizzard on the way.”
“I’ve got enough supplies to last for literally months so that’s not an issue for me. In fact, being stuck in the cabin would do me good.”
“There’s something more important that you need to be notified about though, ma’am,” I added, not wanting to continue staring with my mouth slightly agape. You’d think I was some sort of juvenile right now.
“Which is?” She was starting to look impatient with us.
“We were alerted that there have been two convicted felons who have escaped from the nearby federal penitentiary. They are considered armed and very dangerous. With the blizzard coming they will no doubt be looking for shelter somewhere.”
The impatience in her gaze, showed a flicker of concern. “What did they do?”
“They were both in there for homicide, ma’am.” My partner answered.
“Oh.” She looked past our shoulders as if expecting to see then men behind us.
“Are you here alone?” I asked, looking over her shoulder to peer inside the cabin. A lone female would be vulnerable to a couple of predatory men looking for a place to hole up in.
