Page 25 of Two Times the Mountain Men
“What I’m saying is that the snow will show if there’s any tracks and if we don’t get her out and about she’ll go stir-crazy. Might even give her inspiration.” He raised a brow at me. “She writes erotica—”
“Erotic romance,” I corrected him. “Apparently there’s a difference. She was quite clear there was a difference.”
“Either way, I think last night got her creative juices flowing. She couldn’t wait to get back to the computer this morning,” Tyler noted.
“Or perhaps she felt uneasy and wanted to get some distance between us and her,” I suggested.
I turned onto the road leading to our cabin. We were roughly five minutes away. What we’d cleared a few hours prior already had close to a half of a foot of snow piled back onto it.
“All the more reason to get her out and spending time with us. An excursion will be just what the doctor ordered. We won’t travel far from the cabin,” offered Tyler.
“Fine.”
This was a losing battle and if she wanted to go out who was I to stop her? It’s not like I was her parent. I really didn’t need to spend more time in the cold, but at the same time I did feel that Tyler did have a valid point.
“Good. It’ll be good for all of us.”
I’d been the one to initiate the entire thing last night and a part of me did feel a little guilty. If it made her feel uncomfortable to be around us then it was on me. The cabin came into view and I gave a sigh of relief. The day was almost over and a nice long nap after going out with Genevieve would be divine. Rolling up in front of the cabin, I put the truck into park and shut off the engine.
Getting out of the truck, I made my way to the front door, pulling out my key as I walked. Before inserting the key, I tested the door and the handle turned in my hand. My jaw clenched as I attempted to control my anger. She’d been told to keep the door locked.
Opening the door, I called out to Genevieve. No reply came to my calls, sending a surge of fear through me. What if they’d come while we were gone?
“Genevieve!” Not bothering to remove my boots, I rushed into the house, drawing my weapon from the holster at my hip with Tyler in tow. Generally we didn’t carry weapons on our person, though we always had rifles on hand in case they were needed—in these parts you never knew when you could come across a wild animal intent on making you its dinner.
I hesitated before opening Tyler’s bedroom door, checking to see Tyler’s whereabouts—he was about to enter my bedroom. With a nod, we opened the doors at the same time and stepped into the rooms.
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Genevieve
“Genevieve!”
I heard my name being called through the fog. There seemed to be an urgency in the way my name was being called. I moaned softly as my eyes slowly fluttered open.
What in the hell was going on?
“Thank God! Why didn’t you answer me!”
Yawning, I rolled over to my back and without any sense of urgency sat up. “What are you talking about?”
“The door was unlocked. And you didn’t answer when I called,” Brock exclaimed, sheathing the pistol he had in his hands. He looked angry, his massive size intimidating, but I’d be damned if I’d let him intimidate me.
“I went outside to check things out. Then had a nap, I didn’t get much sleep last night—as you are fully aware.” Frowning, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and blinked, my vision much clearer than it had been. “Why are you freaking out?”
“It was an irresponsible thing to do. You don’t seem to be grasping how dangerous this potential situation can be.”
It was my turn to be angry. Leaning over to the nightstand, I pulled open the drawer and motioned to the gun. “The gun is right there. I’ve said a dozen times before, I can handle myself.”
“Jesus, Genevieve, I came into the cabin, yelled your name and was in the bedroom before you even opened your eyes. If I’d been one of the fugitives then you’d be dead by now!”
“If they wanted in here then a locked door wouldn’t have stopped them!” I fired back, sliding from the bed and standing, planting my hands on my hips and glaring at him. Though in the back of my mind I could see where the problem was, I should have been more mindful of ensuring the door was locked. But he’d woken me and come at me hot, if he’d come at me with a reasonable tone then perhaps I’d have been more apologetic.
“That’s not the fucking point, Genevieve!”
“Whoa—hold on!” Tyler came into the room with his hands out at his sides. “Everyone just slow down and take a deep breath.”
“She’s not being smart.”
