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Bear
“Come on! Open up!”I bang on the door. This time harder. Louder.
It’s pouring down with rain. Some of which is running down my back.
“Go away!” A woman’s voice answers from the other side of the door. “I have a gun!”
“A gun?” What the heck is this? I’ve driven all the way down from the mountains to be threatened. Not on my watch. “Fine! Have it your way! But once I’m gone, I'm gone. I’m not coming back. God damn town people. Wasting my god damn time. Making me go out in the god damn rain for god damn nothing.”
I turn around and head back to my truck. It’s too late to drive back home now. What with the weather. But I’ll figure something out.
I chuck my toolbox in the cargo bed and reach into my pocket for my keys. Behind me, I hear the door creak open.
“Wait!” I don’t turn around. Just keep rummaging in my pockets. “Are you Bear?”
“I told you, lady. I ain’t coming back. You’ve had your chance and you’ve blown it. I’m getting the hell out of here.”
“Technically,” she says, “You haven’t left. You’re still on my property."
I look down at my boots. Rain splashes in the puddles around me. On her drive. Technically, shedoeshave a point.
“God damn,” I growl, turning around.
I’m ready to give her a piece of my mind. An impromptu lecture in the rain on the do's and don’ts of hospitality. Starting with don’t threaten to shoot the guy turning up in the middle of the night to do you a favor. But the words get stuck in my throat.
Eddy never told me his sister was a babe.
“God damn,” I growl, but this time, I’m not pissed. I’m in awe.
Even in a raincoat and with wet hair and a pair of jeans about three-times too big for her, she’s a knockout. Like a spring morning at six thousand feet above sea level. Like the sound of birds chirping in the trees as I chop wood. She’s perfection.
“You wanna come in?” she says, biting her lip and looking at me sheepishly. “I could really do with your help.”
I scratch my beard, still lost for words. It’s been a long time since I’ve been around other people. Especially a woman as beautiful as this. Is it a good idea to be alone with her? Will I be able to control myself?
Fuck, I wanna pull out my cock and start tugging at it. Just seeing those big, succulent pink lips has me hard as a rock. I imagine what it would be like to have them wrapped around my thick, veiny shaft.
She misreads my silence, thinking I might still be contemplating turning around a leaving her. “I don’t really have a gun,” she says. “I was just saying that because I thought you were here to chop me up into little pieces.”
I cock an eyebrow. “And why would I do that?”
“It’s a long story.” She brushes the wet hair out her face. “I guess I was freaking out a bit. Maybe it’s the lightning, or the fact that my life is falling down around me. Or because it’s the middle of the night and some strange man turns up on my door without warning.”
“Eddy told me to get here as fast as I could. That it was important. An emergency.”
“It is!” she says. “But we thought you’d get here in the morning.”
I pull my toolbox out from the cargo bed. Her shoulders visibly loosen as she realizes I’m sticking around.
“You really live up in the mountains all by yourself?” she asks.
“I ain’t much of a people person,” I tell her. “Not anymore.”
Pushing past her, I take my first look at her house. The place is a mess. Buckets and pans and vases all over the floor. Rapidly filling with water. There must be two dozen leaks. Some of them big ones. It’s not just the roof that needs fixing either.
I whistle through my teeth. Lana follows me around like a puppy. Um-ing and Ah-ing as I try to figure out where to start.
“So,” she says, “What do you think? Are you going to be able to help me?”
