Page 13 of Two Times the Mountain Men
“Sure is.” Brock grinned and gave me a wink.
“Thank you. Looks and smells amazing.”
“Well, that’s two out of three. Hopefully you like it just as much.”
Grabbing a fork, I dug into the eggs first and eagerly brought the food to my lips. Taking the bite I was immediately struck by the hint of salt from the bacon, which mixed with the cheddar and egg. There was something else in there though…. I wasn’t a foodie, but my palate was quite sophisticated. “What else is in the eggs?”
“It’s a secret.” Brock replied with a wink. “If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll tell ya.”
Looking into his eyes, I could see the humor in them. Rolling my eyes, I gave my head a shake. “I’m always good.”
Tyler huffed, drawing my attention to him.
“What’s the huff for?” Cocking a brow, I stared at him, knowing damned well what the snort of derision was all about.
Swallowing the bite of food he had in his mouth, he took a drink and gave me a side glance. “I would challenge that you’re not always good.”
“That so?”
“It’s a fact. If you don’t recall you had to be carried kicking and screaming from the cabin.”
“Hmmm. That a fact?”
“It is a fact,” he confirmed.
A snicker from the other side of me drew my attention to Brock who was pretending to pay us no mind, but I could tell he was quite into the banter between myself and Tyler.
“He has a point.” Brock chimed in. “We’re trying to be good guys so that you don’t get snowed in with no access to the rest of the world or murdered by a couple of psychopaths and you weren’t none too receptive. It was much harder than it had to be.”
~*~ TT ~*~
Brock
Whoa…. Yup, here we go. I couldn’t resist riling her up again. I really shouldn’t be poking the bear, she was being reasonable at the moment. I guess you could just chalk it up to me being a sucker for punishment. Though that wasn’t really it. The fact was that she was damned sexy when her blue eyes flashed with anger and her jaw clenched as she tried to figure out what to say in return.
“Fuck, Brock,” Tyler groaned under his breath.
I didn’t consider that putting her into a bad mood would mean she’d lash out at Tyler as well. My gazed locked with her. Oh well, Tyler was a big boy; he could handle her as well as I could. Besides, we were going to be cabin bound for a few days minimum, might as well have some fun with it.
“I would think if I manhandled you and forced you from your place and made you sleep in my bed that you’d be a little pissed as well.”
Not breaking her gaze, a cocky grin began to emerge on my lips. “I can guarantee to you ma’am that if you came in and forced me into your bed, I’d be quite willing to oblige.”
I could have sworn that I heard a little growl coming from her. “That’s not what I was getting at.”
“Oh, but it’s what you said. I can only go on what you say to me, baby.” Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have called her baby…
She sat up straight in her chair and squared her shoulders. I could almost see a smile crack her scowl, but not quite. She raised a hand and pointed her index finger up. “First off, I’m not your baby.”
I didn’t reply, attempting to remove the smirk from my face and look serious.
“And second...” Her middle finger popped up joining the index. “You must think pretty highly of yourself to imply that I’d kidnap you in the hopes of scoring.”
“I never implied that.”
She frowned, her eyes narrowing.
“I just said that I wouldn’t object to you welcoming me into your bed.” I was definitely overdoing it. If I knew what was good for me I’d quit this now, but I couldn’t.
