Page 38 of Two Times the Mountain Men
“You’re full of shit. Just drive so we can get home, I want to make sure she’s okay.”
He had a point. Shifting the truck into drive I continued on, but the conversation was not over. “That is proof there. You care for her.”
“What if I do, man? Seriously? She’s going back to New York when that book of hers is done. This is a pointless conversation.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“I don’t think we need to fight over her. I think the situation we have with her right now is perfect.”
“Let me get this straight, because I don’t think I’m hearing correctly. You want us to share her? In a relationship? You’re suggesting that we just all live here in the cabin as one big happy family. Have some babies and then play rock, paper, scissors on who gets to marry her.” He laughed. “That’s fucked up, man.”
“Well, I think you’re thinking a little too far in the future, but I think that we all work well together. The situation is ideal for all of us. If she wanted to get married, then I’d be fine with it being you. I’ve been married; it would be selfish of me not to give you that experience. As for kids...” I shrugged and laughed. “Whoever’s swimmers make it to the finish line wins.”
Silence overtook the truck again, but to my surprise a roar of laughter erupted from Brock. “You’ve thought this through.”
“I’m brainstorming. But the main point I’m trying to make is that I’m developing feelings for her and I know you are too. Seeing the way she looks at us both, I know she’s feeling the same.”
“So, what then? We ask her to leave her glamorous life in the big city to live with us in a small town in a secluded cabin?”
“I’m just saying that I think we should at least give her the option. She could have either one of us or both. It’s up to her. Does that sound fair?”
“And whatever she decides we’re going with?”
I nodded. “I’m happy sharing her if you are.”
He clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and then slowly nodded. “Okay. I’m on board.”
“Okay. It’s settled then.”
“It’s settled,” Brock confirmed.
~*~ TT ~*~
Genevieve
What in the hell happened? I groaned as I slowly came to. Why in the hell was my head killing me? I attempted to touch my temple, but my arms wouldn’t move. What the fuck?
Opening my eyes, I attempted to scream, but the scream was muffled. What in the holy fuck? My lips wouldn’t move. Looking down, I noticed I was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, in the living room facing the sofa, my hands secured behind my back.
Ohmygod! It all came rushing back to me. The fugitives had broken in. I’d fallen. Hit my head. Oh God! Did they have my gun? Not that it mattered I was fucking tied up! Testing the binds at my hands, they were secure. Felt like duct tape, just like what was on my mouth. What was I going to do?
“You’re awake beautiful.”
Was he talking to me? That wasn’t the voice of the guys that I knew and was growing to love. Love?
“Looks like she’s awake and ready to talk. Or do whatever,” a second voice said
Looking to my left, I saw the two of them; they’d stripped off their jackets and winter gear and were in jeans and sweatshirts, sitting in the kitchen. One was of an average build with an overgrown dark brown beard and dark eyes, and the other was shaved bald, also with dark eyes. If I could wager a guess, I’d have guessed they were somewhere in their mid to late thirties. They were both staring at me as if I was dinner—or dessert—as it looked like they’d already been gorging themselves on the homemade jerky.
The thought of either of them touching me sent a chill through me.
“What are we going to do about her?” The bearded one said giving me a nod.
“Well, I’m thinking it’s been a fucking long time since I’d had female companionship so tonight might be the night to break that dry spell,” the bald one replied.
“You? We both have, asshole. There’s more than enough of her to satisfy the both of us. We’ll keep her nice and busy. No reason to dispose of her yet.”
