Page 42 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Where was Brock?
“Brock!” I attempted to yell, momentarily forgetting that there was tape covering my mouth, so the only sound that emerged was a muffled noise.
Tired. I’m so tired. My body was demanding sleep, but I refused to give into it. I was too strong for that.
“Is he dead?” A voice yelled.
Who was dead? Lifting my head, I attempted to see the figures moving around me, but couldn’t make out who I was seeing.
“He’s gone.”
Warm. There was something warm, a liquid, beginning to dampen my jeans. Did I pee myself? Oh damn, I hope I didn’t pee myself on top of everything else.
Focus, Genevieve, focus. Where is the wetness coming from? I blinked a couple times, hoping to clear my vision then looked down the length of my body. The liquid was red, not clear. Thank God I didn’t pee myself. Wait. Red? Oh Jesus! Blood!
Suddenly, I was moving, I was being lifted from the floor and the chair was being set back upright again with me still taped to it. I groaned as my head began to spin. Closing my eyes, I waited for the vertigo feeing to subside.
“Genevieve! Genevieve!” A male voice yelled at me, pulling me from the fog again.
Slowly, with hesitation, I opened my eyes to come face to face with Tyler. Tyler! He was alive. I’d have smiled, but the tape was keeping my lips pretty immobile.
Brock! What about Brock?
“I’m going to remove the tape,” Tyler said, grabbing an end of the tape. “I’m sorry baby, but this will hurt.”
Tell me about it. I’ve ridden this roller-coaster already. I nodded my approval.
In a swift, quick motion he removed the tape. It hurt worse this time, making me scream out; a high-pitched screech that would make a banshee envious. I was vaguely aware of my hands and feet being released from the chair.
The moment my limbs were free, I attempted to jump from the chair to wrap my arms around Tyler’s neck, but my legs betrayed me. Tyler’s arms shot out and wrapped around my waist keeping me from falling.
His arms felt so good, pulling me against him. His body was so strong and warm. I never wanted to leave the safety of his arms again. Closing my eyes, I buried my face against his neck and allowed myself to weep freely. Tyler’s arms tightened around me.
“Thank God you’re safe. I’m so sorry,” I wailed.
“Sorry. What are you sorry for?”
Suddenly panic struck me. “Brock! Where’s Brock?” I looked around me and immediately I saw him standing there, a smile on his devilishly handsome face. Loosening my grip on Tyler, I pushed myself away from Tyler and threw myself into Brock’s waiting arms.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t lock the door.” I clung tight to Brock, my hands fisting his jacket.
“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s all okay.” Brock whispered into my ear, stroking my hair and soothing me in the process.
My mind was racing and there was so much I needed to know. What happened? Where were the fugitives? But I didn’t have the energy to put much effort into those questions. The two men I was falling in love with were alive and that’s what mattered. Falling in love… My God!
“Get her out of here and take her to the bedroom, Brock. I’ll deal with the situation out here.”
Situation? I attempted to pull back from Brock, but he wouldn’t allow it. Sweeping an arm under my legs he lifted me up and into his arms. I didn’t have the energy to protest, instead pressing my face against his shoulder and allowing myself to be taken into Tyler’s bedroom.
My gun… Was my gun still in the nightstand? It didn’t matter; Brock and Tyler took care of everything, I was safe, they said so.
Brock gently laid me down on the bed and sat on the edge next to me. “It’s okay now, you’re safe.”
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in and slowly released it, opening my eyes again. “I forgot to lock the door. I’m so sorry.”
He smiled, leaned over and kissed my forehead. “It’s over and you’re safe. They won’t be hurting another person.”
“Are they dead?” I didn’t need the answer, I already knew. There was only one way that situation was going to end: it was going to be them or us. The good guys won this time.
