Page 4 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Her eyes narrowed at me and then at Tyler, giving us both a more thorough inspection. “Why? How do I know you two didn’t just kill the real guys in the ranger patrol and are just pretending to be them to gain my trust and get entry into my cabin?”
“Why would we do that?” Tyler asked, giving his head a shake. “That makes absolutely no sense.”
She planted her hands on her hips. “Doesn’t it? Pretend to be here to help and notify me of the criminals, then once I open the door you force entry into the cabin.”
“If we were the criminals we would hardly have to knock and pretend to be patrol. We could simply force our way in.”
“You’d have to break down the door or break a window and then have to fix it before the blizzard. This way is so much easier.”
My brow creased as I stared at her. What in the fuck? She’d been reading way too many crime novels. Was she joking? She didn’t look like she was joking.
“How would it be so much easier?” Tyler replied; there was a curtness in his voice. He wasn’t in the mood for this shit, it was blatantly apparent.
“I just told you.”
A gust of wind hit me from behind, nearly causing me to stumble forward, but I was able to maintain my stance. The snow was beginning to come down harder as well. We didn’t have time for this nonsense.
“Whoa. Okay.” I took a step forward, putting my hands up. “This has taken a really odd turn here.”
Tyler waved a dismissive hand at the woman in the doorway. “You talk some sense into her; I’m just going to check the perimeter.” There wasn’t any real need to check the area. It was just his excuse to get away from the situation before he blew up. He walked away and began to investigate around the outside of the cabin.
He may still have been still feeling under the weather, but he didn’t need to be rude. Part of our job was relating to the people we dealt with.
Giving her a sheepish grin, I shrugged. “He takes his job to keep the people on the mountain safe very seriously.”
She cocked a brow at me. “And you don’t?”
“I…” Cocking my head at her I had no idea how to respond. Of course I did!
Suddenly, a smile broke out on her face. “I’m just fucking with you. I appreciate the stop-by, but I assure you I’m fine. If worst comes to worst, I do have a weapon with me and before you even ask, yes, I have a permit for it.”
That surprised me. She looked so sexy and delicate. It was a shock that she had a gun and I could only assume that she knew her way around it.
“Okay, what kind of gun? Can I see it?”
“No. You can’t. Thank you for stopping by, but as I said before, I’m fine. I can handle myself and what are the chances that this would be the cabin they’d come to? And as I stated before, the blizzard is a non-issue. It’ll give me more reason to work.”
“Oh.” I raised a brow, genuinely curious as to her occupation that she’d hole herself up here.
“I’m an author. I needed to get away from the hustle and bustle and focus.”
“Hmm.” The revelation piqued my interest; I’d never met a real-life author before. “That’s really cool. What do you write? Anything I may have heard of?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “No. I seriously doubt it.”
“Try me.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I took a step closer and leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb, crossing one leg over the other. “Believe it or not I’m an avid reader.”
The grin remained on her lips. “You’re an avid reader of erotic romance, are you?”
Hmm. Erotic romance. A sexy job for a sexy woman. It just kept getting better and better. I’d always wondered if women who wrote those types of stories penned them from experience or if it was simply made up of guesswork.
“I’ll admit, I’ve never read a romance novel of any sort.”
She shrugged, but there was a flirty look in her eyes. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Tell me what name you write under and perhaps I’ll become a lover of romance.”
“Who’s staying here with you?” Tyler asked, interrupting our momentary flirtation, coming around the opposite corner of the house to the one that he’d disappeared from.
