Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“No,” Sawyer said before he could even think about the words coming out of his mouth.
The woman’s eyes flared with hurt.
Not what he’d meant to do. “I mean we only have so much time to get you off the mountain. They’ll close the road soon, and you’ll be stuck here.”
Stuck with him. Stuck inside, trying to stay warm. If the power went out, body heat was the only way to go. Cuddled up naked under covers with those soft breasts pressed to his chest because his arms would be around her since skin to skin was also the best way to preserve warmth. And obviously sex created heat.
Nope. No way. He was not sleeping with a soft, sweet woman who would be utterly horrified at his background. Not to mention the shit Wyatt had been through. Wyatt’s background would send her running.
What the hell was she doing here?
“I’ll drive you back into town.” Getting her home was the best move. Get her out of here and back to her own people, who likely never had to join criminal organizations so they could save their brothers. Her people were probably tourists watching the weather like it was something magical.
Wyatt looked at him like he’d grown an extra head. “Uh, if you try to get her back to town, you’ll be stuck there. If you can even get down the mountain at this point.” He shrugged out of his jacket and approached the gorgeous, shouldn’t-be-here, big mistake woman. “Here. Come on inside and get warm and we’ll figure out how to help you.”
Panic. This was what panic felt like. He had stared down entire gangs of strapped dudes ready to murder him, but the idea of sharing a cabin with a petite woman sent him into a tailspin.
Because he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her.
What if she ended up liking Wyatt?
WHO THE FUCK WAS HE?
He had to get her off his mountain. He was allergic to her or something.
“Nah. Get into the Jeep. I’ll take you back down,” he said, hearing the desperation in his voice. He cleared his throat and tried to sound like he wasn’t a complete asshole. Which was hard because he was. “We’ll get your car going once the storm clears out. I’ll sleep at the bar for a couple of days. No problem.”
That was friendly, right?
Wyatt rolled his eyes as he settled his coat over her shoulders. “Come on, Ms. Leal. Let’s get you warm.”
“My car is kind of blocking the road, actually,” she said to Wyatt, not paying Sawyer any mind.
“I can handle your car,” he heard himself saying as he followed them up the steps and into the cabin, Bella bouncing along like this was the greatest thing that had ever happened in the history of all time. “I can tow you all the way down.”
Wyatt closed the door behind him. “Why don’t you call the sheriff and see if it’s even possible to get to the road at this point? I’d like for someone to know she’s here.”
The sheriff. Yes. There was zero way the sheriff left a sweet tourist hanging out with two dudes he was waiting for a reason to arrest. The sheriff could save him. He moved to the landline and dialed the non-emergency number. Although maybe he should call 911. Maybe they would send a chopper to rescue her.
“My sister is Deputy Leal,” she said, her teeth still chattering.
Wyatt hesitated for the first time. “She’s a deputy?”
Sawyer snapped his fingers, pointing Wyatt’s way. “Yes. Apparently, yes, she is. I’ll get her on the line.”
He took the headset and walked away from the living room so the deputy’s sister couldn’t hear how desperate he was to get rid of her. Wyatt was starting a fire in the fireplace, and she now had a blanket around her.
“Bliss County Sheriff’s Office, how can I help you?” Gemma Wells’ no-nonsense voice came over the line.
“Hey, Gemma. This is Sawyer Hathaway. I own the bar on the mountain west of Nell and Henry’s place.”
“Yes, Sawyer, I know who you are. What can I do for you? I’m going to warn you no one’s here. They’re all out closing down the roads. If you’re complaining about not being able to get to your cabin, well, you should have known better. Hunker down at the bar or get your ass to Nell and Henry’s. They’ll put you up for the night.”
“No, that’s not the problem. I’m at my cabin.”
“Good,” she said. “Stay there. We’ll dig you out in a couple of days.”
The woman was not listening to him. “I’m not alone. There’s a woman here, and she can’t stay for days.”
A snort came over the line. “Are you serious? You have a hookup who waited too long to leave and now you want us to… What? Send a chopper up to save you from some one-night stand?”