Page 11 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Brock
It was getting more bitter by the minute. I had a very bad feeling about this. I could feel it in my bones. It was going to be a hellish ordeal, and to make it worse we had to cater to the ungrateful princess inside the cabin. If we were going to be trapped inside the cabin with her for a week or more, I feared I’d strangle her in her sleep.
Reaching the front door of the cabin, I opened it up and stepped inside as quickly as possible, closing the door firmly behind me and engaging the lock. A little bit of snow managed to get inside, but nothing to worry about.
Unzipping my jacket, I shrugged it off and hung it onto the hook behind the door next to Tyler’s. Pulling off my boots, I set them on the rack to dry out before venturing further into the cabin.
I was damned hungry. We were so busy notifying the residents that we’d missed both breakfast and lunch. I wasn’t the type of guy to function well without a meal in my stomach. With my lifestyle I consumed a ridiculous amount of food.
Going to my room to change I noticed that the unnamed pain in the ass was already settled in and pounding away on the keys of her computer. I hesitated a moment at the open doorway. Despite her being a pain in the ass she was a beautiful woman. And I did have to appreciate how strong she seemed to be. She wasn’t a typical damsel-in-distress type of girl. If she wasn’t just blowing hot air up our asses about how she could handle a gun, I had to say it was quite sexy to know she could handle it with competency.
Before I could carry on my way she straightened in the high-back leather chair at the dresser which now doubled as a desk and turned her head to look at me, her alluring blue eyes burning into my green ones. “Can I help you?”
There was a split second where I didn’t know how to respond. There wasn’t really anything I needed. “Are you hungry?”
She shrugged.
“I don’t know what that means. Yes or no.” Everything with her was so fucking hard.
“What are you having?”
“Something pretty simple. Have you had hot dogs over a wood stove?”
She grinned. She had a very pretty smile, it carried up and to her eyes. “Can’t say that I have.”
“Would you like a couple?”
“I think I would. Thank you, Brock.”
Hmmm. She wasn’t being combative. That was a bonus. Maybe all I needed to do was feed her? Her welcoming demeanor enticed me to linger a little longer in the doorway. “What’s your name anyhow?”
“I’m Genevieve,” she replied not bothering to get up for a formal introduction. That was okay, I was just happy with the smile—it gave me hope.
“Well, Genevieve. Give me ten minutes and dinner will be served.”
She nodded and then turned back to the computer immediately beginning to pound away on the keys.
