Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Drew raised his eyebrows, as if that still sounded old to him. “I’m twenty-five. How about you?”
“Twenty-three.”
Tristan’s gaze finally left his laptop as he looked over. “Seems a bit young to be a writer.”
I shrugged. It didn’t feel that way to me. My acting career had started a decade and a half ago.
The taller man was still studying me, and I forced myself not to squirm under his gaze. “Or maybe I should say it seems a bit young to be out in the middle of nowhere by yourself.”
“Hey, but look how well that turned out,” Drew said, and I didn’t know whether to shake my head or return the grin he shot my way. Except for the fact that I wasn’t injured, it had turned out about as bad as it could.
Well, except these men seemed to be okay guys. Not that I’d met a lot of those among the actors I’d worked with, but Tristan and Drew seemed nice enough. It probably wouldn’t be too uncomfortable hanging out here until the cabin company could get me out of here.
“Can I get you something to eat? There are some eggs and bacon left over,” Tristan said.
“Plus, we’ve got cereal,” Drew added.
Tristan raised a well-shaped eyebrow. “Yes, that’s always popular with the young‘uns.” That was apparently a dig at Drew, who just grinned even more good-naturedly. “Or if you need the bathroom, it should be free in a few—”
He didn’t need to finish that statement, because we all heard a door open. Steam poured out into the hallway, and then a clean pine scent reached my nose.
A tall figure emerged from the hallway and drew every eye.
Holy.
Shit.
Involuntarily, I took a slow step back toward the small bedroom while my heart pounded in my chest.
My third rescuer locked eyes with me, and my system went into overdrive.
He was drop-dead gorgeous.
The bare skin of his sculpted chest and arms was wet and glistening. A long white towel was wrapped low around his waist, leaving very little to the imagination.
But it was his face that took my breath away. His piercing brown eyes bore into me across the room, pinning me in place as effectively as the tree yesterday. Dark brows topped those piercing eyes, along with thick lashes that I only achieved with the help of makeup. His strong jaw was covered in black stubble. His full lips were twisted into a smirk as he gazed at me.
His sheer masculinity overwhelmed my senses like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and that was saying something given that I’d worked with many gorgeous actors. The only A-lister I’d ever acted opposite was Aiden Hunt, star of the action flick we’d filmed last year. He was the real deal, an international heartthrob.
Yet this half-naked man surpassed even Aiden. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, which also made him the most dangerous.
The smirk stayed on his lips as he surveyed me, and I had an absurd urge to straighten my hair. But that was ridiculous—I wanted to get away from him, not capture his attention.
Except it hadn’t wavered from me in nearly a minute.
Finally, he spoke. “See anything you like?”
“N-no,” I sputtered automatically. Then I tore my gaze away from the tall, dark, and handsome god of a man, and addressed Tristan. Who also was incredibly good-looking.
“No, I don’t need any breakfast. I just need… I need…”
Turning, I retreated into the little room I’d slept in and shut the door behind me, leaning against it as if I were being chased.
I needed to get the hell out of here. That was the only thing I needed.
6
SIERRA
“You’re kidding,” I said. It was either that or scream with frustration.
“No, Miss Brogan, I’m not,” Francine said. She was the manager of the cabin company. “I’m sorry for your situation, but we warned you that being cut off was a very real possibility. For most people, that’s a selling point. You can work in your cabin without distraction.”
“Except I don’t have a cabin anymore,” I said, not for the first time. I raised a hand to my forehead, fighting off the headache the woman from the cabin company was giving me. “And yes, I know I signed a contract stating I knew the risks of being cut off from grocery runs and the rest of the world, but it didn’t say anything in there about being homeless.”
“You’re not homeless,” Francine said with a maddeningly calm voice. “You said you’re staying with those nice gentlemen in the deluxe cabin.”
“I said they rescued me. I can’t stay with them—I don’t even know them.”
“They’re handsome young men, you have to admit that.”
If the publicity tour and premiere hadn’t been in my near future, I would’ve torn my hair out.
“Ma’am, it doesn’t matter what they look like. It matters that I don’t know them, and that I booked a cabin that I can no longer stay in. I need another cabin or a way out of here.” At this point, my preference was the latter.