Page 60 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
“Why?” I demanded. “Jaxon should be home soon. I was going to shower and get all prettied up, so the four of us could—”
“Jaxon’s going to be late,” said Ryder. “And trust me, no one’s going anywhere tonight. Not for a while, anyway. But right now, if you hurry up, you can jump into the Marauder with us. Oakley and I are heading into town, to pick up a few things before the storm.”
“Storm?”
He rolled his eyes. “Have you been hiding under a rock?”
“No. I’ve been up here, writing all morning.”
“Yeah, well, all hell’s headed this way,” he swore. “And if we’re quick enough, we can dip into town and make sure we’re prepared for the worst of it.”
My initial disappointment at our Saturday night plans being canceled gave way to the childish excitement of a big, upcoming snowstorm. It was something I’d definitely missed growing up in Florida. I wasn’t about to miss out on it now.
“Could we stop at the pharmacy?”
Ryder’s blue eyes narrowed, questioningly. “You need lady-stuff?”
“Among other things.”
“What kinds of things?”
I intentionally cleared my throat. “The kind that might help prevent one of you from, let’s say, becoming a daddy?”
“Oh,” he blinked. “Those kinds of things.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “Yah.”
“Alright,” he nodded. “We’ve gotta hurry, though. The storm took a fast, unforeseen turn. The town’s gonna be packed with blizzard people trying to—”
“Did you sayblizzard?”
Ryder’s smile widened. I saw my own childish excitement, reflected in his.
“We don’t use that word lightly up here in the Rockies, either,” he added. “If we really get what they’re actually calling for? We’re going to be snowed in for at least—”
The rest of his sentence echoed against the walls of Sarge’s empty bedroom. I was too busy flying down the stairs, to get my boots and coat.
~ 35 ~
CAMRYN
Everything felt different when I got outside. The sky was thicker, the crisp air heavy with the promise of something big to come. The leaden gray clouds that always blanketed the mountain hung much lower than usual. Right now they danced about our heads, looking as if we could reach up and touch them.
It was all very, very exciting.
“So… how many inches are we talking by morning?” I asked, rubbing my hands together.
Oakley glanced knowingly at Ryder, as he guided the Marauder into town. Neither of them said anything, but they both wore the same, shit-eating grin.
“Alright,” I coughed, “let me rephrase that.”
“Good idea.”
“How many inches ofsnoware we—”
“Feet,” Ryder interrupted me. “We’re dealing in feet, not inches. Lots of feet.”
My eyes flared with excitement. “Really?”
