Page 46 of Two Times the Mountain Men
The sheriff focused on Genevieve. “You don’t look like you faired very well, young lady.”
Genevieve gave him a tight smile. “I survived. I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for Brock and Tyler. Who knows what would have happened if it wasn’t for them?” She looked at Brock and then at me. There was a gleam in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before when her gazed locked with mine and it warmed me to my very soul.
“I really hope that what happened out there won’t tarnish your view of our beautiful town. It’s normally not as chaotic as this.” The sheriff said, gracing her with a smile.
“I would never blame the storm or a couple of psychopaths on the town. It was just a bad sequence of events.”
“Indeed it was.” The sheriff agreed.
I observed as Genevieve chatted with the sheriff, trying to not be too obvious about watching her. She was such a strong, brave woman. She was warrior, trying to go for the gun when they broke in and if it wasn’t for her, we might have all ended up dead. And to top it all off, she had such a head on her shoulders. I’d never met anyone like her.
And she was going to be moving on soon enough; she’d been flying through the chapters of the book she was working on from the moment she moved in with us. The cabin wouldn’t be the same without her.
“Tyler? Hey…” Genevieve gave my arm a shake, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yes, babe.” As soon as the “babe” came out I cringed, and when I noticed the raised eyebrow of the sheriff I cringed a second time. “I mean…Yes?”
“Is there anything else we need to cover?” she asked.
I didn’t have a fucking clue. Who knew how long I’d dazed out on them. “Nah. Nothing. It’s been a long day. Getting home would be wonderful.”
“Alright then.” The sheriff clapped his knees and stood. “Seems to be we have everything we need here.”
The three of us followed suit, standing and getting the hand shaking formality out of the way.
“Unfortunately, the blizzard has taken a toll on the town, but there are a few places with generators that are still open and crews are out in full force trying to get some order back.” The sheriff came around the desk to escort us out. “If the prison has any questions, we may need to call you back into town.”
“That won’t be a problem.” Brock confirmed.
“Hopefully within the next few days we can get everything up and running.” The sheriff walked to his office door and opened it for us. “Yes, indeed, we have outside help getting the cell phone towers repaired and all that stuff. I don’t know much about it, but I hear it’ll be all up and running in a couple of days. The worst is over now.”
“Yes.” Placing a hand at the small of Genevieve’s back, I ushered her out of the room, with Brock and the Sheriff in tow. “Thank you again.”
Leaving the station, we were greeted by the chill of the winter air and a flurry of service trucks and people attempting to get their lives back in order. “I’m not too sure about you two, but I’m famished. How about we see if the diner is open before heading back?
Genevieve looked up at me and grimaced.
“What’s wrong?”
She pointed to her face. “They’ll think you two beat me up, not that you are heroes that rescued me from a sadistic set of killers.
I looked over her head at Brock, who was on the other side of her, to find him grinning as a sense of pride welled up in me. I wasn’t a hero, at least I didn’t feel like it, but it felt good to have her think of us that way regardless. Slipping an arm over her shoulders, I pulled her tight to my side and kissed the top of her head. “You do have a point, but I think we’ll chance it.”
