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)
She’d thought she would have more time. The snow wasn’t supposed to get truly bad until nightfall. She’d gotten caught up in talking to a couple of the parents at pickup, and she should have followed through with her original instinct to go to her sister’s, steal a bottle of wine, and head home to watch Bridgerton for the fifteenth time. But no, she’d decided to pull up her big-girl panties and get the job done so she wouldn’t think about it all weekend since she knew she definitely wouldn’t get up the mountain tomorrow.
And then she’d decided it was fine. Her car could totally make it up the mountain. She’d driven in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains plenty of times.
This was no foothill.
Now her car was nestled against a tree, half on and half off the road, and she was stuck with Mr. Nope and his bestie, who seemed to have gotten all the charm.
Next time she was procrastinating.
If there was any way off this mountain, she would find it. She shivered in front of the fire as both men walked back into the living room of the surprisingly cozy cabin.
The not-asshole one gave her a smile that threatened to melt her insides. He was a hottie. “Well, the sheriff knows you’re here, and he’s going to have your sister call. I think you should take a warm shower and change clothes and I’ll get you a glass of whatever we have while I make us all some supper. We’ll be warm before you know it.”
“I want to know why she’s here,” the asshole grumbled.
“She obviously got lost,” Not Asshole replied, sending Asshole a stare before flashing a movie-star-worthy smile her way.
Now he wanted to make her sound like an idiot. “I came up to find someone.”
Asshole crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “No one lives up here except me. You’re on the wrong mountain. You probably want the one closer to Creede. Lots of folks live there.”
Not Asshole shook his head. “I live here, too. And if she got confused, it’s understandable. All the mountains kind of look alike. Maybe we should all introduce ourselves since we’re going to be stuck here for a couple of days.”
“Days?” This was worse than she’d imagined. She was going to be stuck here with two of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen, and one of them obviously hated her on sight. Asshole, despite his assholiness, was a stunning man. He was at least six and a half feet of gorgeous man, with dark hair and eyes. And Not Asshole was his counterpoint. Sandy hair that curled slightly and angelic blue eyes. His strength was lean where Asshole was big muscles. Both of them made her feel petite and dainty, and she was absolutely neither of those things. Well, she was short and knew damn well her curves weren’t exactly fashionable these days. “I need to get back to the valley. I have school tomorrow.”
“No one’s going to school tomorrow. Maybe Monday, but we’ll still be here. You’re almost three thousand feet up from town. The weather hits different this high up,” Asshole said with a dour look. “We’ll be about two days behind the town. Maybe I can stay in the shop.”
“You are not staying in the shop. It’s not heated,” Not Asshole shot back.
Were they a couple? They argued like one. “I can stay out there. All I need is a sleeping bag. I don’t want to disrupt whatever the two of you have going.” She needed to be an adult about this. “I’m Sabrina Leal. I’m new in town. I already know his name. It’s Mr. Nope.”
A young adult.
Not Asshole’s smile notched up. “Well, I guess that makes me Mr. Hell Yeah.” He held out a hand. “Seriously, though, I’m Wyatt Kemp, and this is my friend Sawyer Hathaway, and the dancing girl is named Bella.”
The dog was dancing. She seemed to be a black and tan ball of pure motion.
She took his hand despite the sinking feeling taking over her whole being. She’d been hoping Not Asshole was her landlord, but naturally her luck was running true. Warmth immediately flashed through her as she touched Wyatt’s big hand. The dog sat back on her haunches, tongue lolling out as she watched the human interactions. When Wyatt let go of her hand, she felt the cold again. “Bella seems sweet. And I’m sorry for the trouble. I thought the storm wasn’t coming in until later tonight. I needed to talk to my landlord about how he’s been ignoring my reasonable requests.”
Sawyer’s frown went from what-are-you-doing-here disdain to what-the-fuck. He seemed to have an endless repertoire of frowns. “Requests? You’re a tenant?”
So he was an attentive businessman. “Yes. I signed a lease months ago for the cabin on Aspen Street. I’ve been complaining about the electricity for a couple of weeks.”