Page 21 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 8
Tyler
I groaned as I stretched. Why in the hell was the bed so hard? Where were all the blankets? The answer came to me almost as quickly as the question. Slowly opening my eyes, I glanced over to my left to see Genevieve curled up against Brock. We’d all passed out on the bear fur rug in front of the fire.
Genevieve was snoring softly, while Brock’s snores were vibrating the entire cabin! Okay, perhaps was exaggerating, but he was damned loud; how I hadn’t awoken sooner was beyond me.
This wasn’t the first time we’d shared a woman. It’s not like it was an everyday thing, but we’d shared from time to time. It wasn’t as though this was going to be one of those happily-ever-after deals. I’m pretty sure she knew the score, bedsides she was a New Yorker, it’s not like she’d give up everything the big city had to offer for a cabin in the woods.
Sitting up, I stretched my stiff muscles once more before leaping to my feet and getting to work, getting the fire up and going again. Once going it wouldn’t take the fireplace and wood stove long to heat the cabin up to a toasty temperature.
Once satisfied with the fire, I straightened. There was a shit ton to do today, and as they say time and tide waits for no man. But first off, there was a breakfast to make, the most important meal of the day as far as I was concerned. The grumbling in my stomach confirmed food was needed.
Ducking into my bedroom, I quickly put on a pair of jeans and black t-shirt. Walking barefoot back into the main room, I made a quick detour to the front door and opened it. “Fuck!” Jumping back, I was shocked to see the amount of snow that had fallen overnight. It was a solid three feet tall and still coming down with a vengeance! Looking out to the driveway, the snow was nearly as high as the hood of our truck.
“Fuck my life,” I groaned, running a hand through my hair and shutting the door to keep from letting any more snow inside.
My stomach growled again, accompanied by a clenching in my gut. The snow could wait, food couldn’t. Between Brock and myself we could clear it up relatively quickly and go about our day.
Opening the refrigerator, I peered inside. Grabbing the eggs and milk I made the decision that it was going to be a pancake day. We’d carb it up nice and have a good day today.
“Damn, my back is killing me,” I heard Brock groan from the living area.
Depositing the ingredients for the pancakes on the countertop I peered around the corner at Brock who had yet to wiggle out of Genevieve’s embrace. I grinned. “Good morning sleeping beauty.”
“Fuck that. Tell me again why we didn’t move the party to the bedroom?”
I shrugged. “The rug and fireplace seemed like a good idea at the time. Romantic and all.”
“Sure. That was it.” He took care to squirm out from under Genevieve and covered her still-naked body up with the knit blanket they’d been sharing. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t wake. The amount she’d drunk last night she might be passed out until the mid-afternoon.
“I’m making pancakes. Don’t bother opening the front door, we’re snowed in.” I kept my gaze glued to his face to keep from mistakenly getting a look at look at my partner’s junk. That was one of the major problems with sharing a women, ensuring your junk doesn’t collide with another dude’s.
“Wonderful.” He looked down at the mess of snow near the door. “Think you could have cleaned up the mess?”
“Like I said. I’m making pancakes.”
“Yeah.” He disappeared into his bedroom and re-emerged fully dressed then went straight to work mopping the water the snow had left in its wake. “Have you checked on the fugitives?”
“No, not yet. If you could get on it then that would be great.” With the pancake batter whipped up, I put a frying pan on the woodstove burner and waited for it to heat up.
“With any luck those guys are long gone and someone else’s problem. We have enough to do as it is.” I walked over to where Brock was sitting at the computer and checking alerts.
“Our luck isn’t getting any better, I’m afraid.”
“Why’s that?”
He sighed and leaned back into the black leather computer chair. “Apparently, they were spotted in town. They robbed the Route 66 diner in town. No one was hurt, thank God.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. Just what we needed. But with money, perhaps they were well on their way out of here. It wasn’t like I wanted them to get away; it’s just that we weren’t prepared to deal with them on top of everything else. I looked over at Genevieve, still sleeping soundly in front of the fire. There was always a chance that if they did show up she’d be hurt, or worse. Perhaps it was a good thing she had a gun and knew how to use it.
“We’ve got to be prepared in case they show up. You never know,” Brock said, standing. He nodded toward Genevieve. “What about her?”
Walking back to the stove, I noted that the frying pan looked about ready for the pancake batter. Grabbing the bowl, I began to prepare breakfast. “What about her?”
“We can let her sleep until the pancakes are done.”
“I mean about the fugitives, idiot.” Brock walked over to the cupboard and grabbed some dishes and began to set the table. “We’re going to be gone most of the day over the next few days at least. What if something happens?”
