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)
Bella barked and ran past them, zooming around the cabin.
“Bella, come inside,” Sawyer shouted with a shake of his head. “You would think that dog is a damn husky.” When Bella didn’t come back around the other side, Sawyer set down the bags and huffed. “She’ll freeze out here.”
He stomped off, and Wyatt took the rest of the groceries inside before heading out since Sawyer wasn’t back with Bella. He hoped she hadn’t run off chasing a bunny or a deer or something. The sky was getting dark, and the snow was coming down like a thunderstorm now.
He rounded the cabin and then stopped because Sawyer wasn’t alone.
Standing there in the middle of the drive leading from the road down the mountain was Sabrina Leal. She had on jeans and sneakers and a coat that wasn’t anywhere close to warm enough. She was shivering.
“We have trouble,” Sawyer said.
Wyatt felt a smile cross his face.
This was the best kind of trouble. The kind he wanted to get into. Maybe forever.
Chapter Two
Sawyer rounded the cabin, praying Bella hadn’t gotten too far. The dog was going to be the death of him one day. She had not a single survival instinct that didn’t involve being so cute some dumbass human saved her. He’d caught her trying to make friends with Maurice the same day Maurice christened Wyatt’s neck. The moose had some serious saliva. What he hadn’t told Wyatt was the myth about the moose.
Maurice welcomed people who belonged in Bliss.
Wyatt belonged here, and Sawyer kind of dreaded the moment he found a place of his own and met a friend who wasn’t a curmudgeonly asshole and settled down with some nice lady into his white picket fence life.
Actually, a fence would be a good wedding present. Nice. Ornate. He could put a pretty finish on it. He always ended up making a chair or something. He was pretty sure Ty was going to tie the knot with Lucy soon. With Michael, for some reason.
Where the hell was Bella?
The cold was getting through his heavy jacket, the snow coating everything now. He heard Bella bark and looked to the drive.
Where a woman stood, hat around her head, shivering as she reached out to pet the dog’s head.
“Hey, sweetie,” she said in the voice all women seemed to use on dogs and kids. It was lilting and soothing. “Is your mom or dad around?”
Damn it. He was not a dog dad. He moved in closer, ready to start a monster of a lecture because what the hell was this woman doing walking down the road wearing a light jacket in the middle of a blizzard? And she didn’t have boots on. She was wearing freaking canvas sneakers. He could see clearly they were already wet and would cost her a toe or two if she stayed out here much longer. She wasn’t prepared for the weather in any way.
Then her head came up, and he realized he was the one who was in trouble. So much fucking trouble.
He stood there when he should run and lock the door because that spark hit him again, every bit as strong as the first time.
The woman from the Christmas party last year was standing in the snow. In the middle of a terrible blizzard.
Her eyes widened as she looked at him. “Hi. Uhm, I’m looking for Sawyer Hathaway. I was on my way up the road but I swerved off, and now my car is kind of in a ditch and I think I left my cell phone at school.”
“There’s a school in Bliss?” He should have gotten together with his friends more often. Or at all. He’d pulled away from them, and now he didn’t even know there was a school.
She nodded. “Yes. Uhm, could I use your cell?”
Wyatt came up behind him.
“We have trouble,” Sawyer said, glancing his way. His idiot best friend was grinning.
Yeah, he might not ever tell him, but Wyatt had become his best friend. Ick. He sounded like a high school kid.
She made him feel like one, and it was a problem.
“Hi,” Wyatt said like they were at a bar looking to pick up some random woman not about to make the horrific mistake of getting stuck inside a smallish cabin with her for the entirety of a blizzard.
Snowed in. They were getting snowed in, and he would be forced to be close to her and to keep his hands off her.
He pulled his cell. No bars. How could he have no bars? Wasn’t he closer to the freaking satellites or whatever it was that pinged cell phone calls around?
Of course communications could be hard in a blizzard.
“Hi,” Sabrina said as Bella danced around her knees. “I was hoping to get a little help.”
“Absolutely,” Wyatt said, hurrying toward her. “Let’s get you inside first. You need to warm up.”