Page 37 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 14
Tyler
“At least the neighbors that we able to make it to on our rounds were all fine. We can only assume that the rest of the area will be just as well off,” I said as we drove back to camp.
“Yes, but what is concerning me is the two sets of tracks we saw near the neighbors’ place.” Brock stated.
“It could be anything or anyone. Let’s be honest: if it were the fugitives why wouldn’t they have just holed up at the neighbors’ place?” Despite my words I was as concerned as he seemed to be. We’d inquired and the family who was staying in that cabin where we’d found the prints told us it wasn’t theirs, but they were on the lookout. No one in their right mind would be out in the storm, though it did seem to be settling down now. Maybe we’d catch a break and we were seeing the end of it.
“Who knows what a couple of crazies will and won’t do? Psychopaths aren’t exactly known for being logical.”
“Just to clarify, psychopaths are very logical. You’re referring to sociopaths. They’re the ones who are careless and unpredictable.” Perhaps I shouldn’t be poking the bear right now; it was apparent that my partner was concerned about Genevieve.
Brock shot me a dirt look. “Fuck you. Can’t this thing move any faster?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “We’re plowing several feet of snow as we go. So no. We’re at maximum speed, Captain.”
“I could get out and walk faster than this thing is moving for fuck’s sakes.”
Raising a brow, I shrugged. “You’re welcome to try. Man versus machine, it’ll be great!”
Brock grunted and turned his head to look out the side window which only made me laugh harder.
Silence overtook the cab of the truck and since we had a solid thirty minutes before we got back to camp, I figured it would be a good time to broach a subject that was in dire need of being discussed—Genevieve.
“Hey Brock, there’s something I was wanting to discuss with you.”
He turned his head to look at me. “What’s that?”
“Genevieve.”
His jaw clenched and he nodded. “Okay. What about her?”
I guess he was going to be difficult this afternoon. Fine. “What I’m wondering is your feelings on her?”
“I think she’s a good woman. She’s fun.”
“Okay, but that’s not what I’m asking.”
“I’m not into relationships if that’s what you mean.”
“You know, I’m going to call bullshit on that.”
He sighed. “Have you ever seen me in a relationship?”
“Nope. That doesn’t mean you don’t want a commitment. I’ve heard you go on when you’re drunk and not scared to tell the truth about what you really want.”
“Which is?”
“A woman to love you. Kids. A family. You want what almost everyone wants whether they admit it or not.”
“But you want it more, Tyler.”
Stopping the vehicle, I put it into park and turned to face him in the seat. “That’s what this is all about isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” I could see the guilt written all over his face. He didn’t want to allow himself to feel anything for her because he would rather go without loving someone so I could have her instead.
“You do have feelings for her, but you’d rather self-sacrifice then admit it.”
