Page 8 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Brock laughed. “She’ll get over it.”
“Not too sure about that. You didn’t see the look she gave me when I put her in the back of the truck.”
“Placed or threw?”
I shrugged, a grin touching my lips. “Maybe a little from column A and a little from column B. It’s not like she was a willing participant.”
“Well, let’s get out of here; the storm isn’t getting any better.”
Grabbing what we thought she would need, we proceeded to leave the cabin, locking the door behind us. I was partially surprised that she was still sitting in the back of the cab, though it wasn’t as though she had much of a choice. She had nowhere to go. It’s not like she could walk to the town.
Once we placed the items we’d brought from the cabin in the cab with her, Brock got back behind the wheel while I slid into the passenger seat. “You should be happy with our selections.”
She looked down at her laptop case and pulled it onto her lap. As Brock started the truck she checked through the contents of the case and nodded.
“It’s fine.” That’s all that was said the entire ride back to our cabin.
