Page 39 of Entangled with a Mountain Man

I shake my head, letting out a soft, rueful laugh. "You know, for a hot minute there, I was seriously considering just hopping on the next bus out of this place."

A ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of Everett's mouth. "Can't say I'd blame you. Silver Ridge can be... a lot to handle sometimes."

"You don't say," I deadpan, and we share a brief, understanding look.

And this strange sense of connection with Everett resurfaces. Maybe it's because I see him through the eyes of the girls. Or maybe it's because he's one of the few people that has ever stood up for me.

It seems like such a small act, but after the last month in this town, it's huge. And despite my better judgment, I find myself reconsidering his offer.

Because the truth is, I'm running out of options here. The Petersons have been incredibly kind, but I can't impose on their hospitality forever. And while Steph's shop is a godsend, the pay barely covers my basic needs, let alone allows me to save up for a fresh start.

Everett's offer could be the lifeline I've been looking for.

But can I really trust him? Can I let my guard down enough to work for him, to be around his daughters?

My instincts scream no. That I should protect myself and keep moving like I always have.

Yet... something deeper tugs at me, urging me to take a chance. To let someone in, just this once.

I take a deep breath, steeling my nerves. "All right, Everett. I'm listening."

"You'd have your own space in the guest house. Sundays off. Free time when the girls are at school. And most importantly, you'd be away from all this small-town bullshit."

His words paint a tempting picture. No more whispers behind my back. No more judgmental stares. Just me, the girls, and...

Everett.

The thought sends a shiver down my spine. Living under the same roof as him? After that kiss?

Lord, give me strength.

"I don't know," I say again, weaker this time. "It's a lot to process."

Then I hear tires on the gravel. I turn to see Mel's truck pulling into the parking lot, and relief washes over me.

Thank God for small mercies.

Mel hops out, her face etched with concern. "Kenzie! Are you okay? I heard what happened."

I manage a weak smile. "I'm fine, Mel. Just... a little shaken up."

Mel's eyes dart between me and Everett. "What's going on here?"

"Mr. Logan here just offered me a job," I explain, my voice steadier than I feel. "As a live-in nanny for the girls."

Mel's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh? And what do you think about that?"

I bite my lip, torn. "I... I'm not sure. It's a great opportunity, but..."

"But you're worried about what people will say," Mel finishes for me, her voice gentle.

I nod, grateful she understands. "That, and... well, it's complicated."

Mel takes my hand, giving it a squeeze. "Listen, Kenz. You know you always have a place with us at the ranch. But maybe... maybe this could be good for you. A fresh start, you know?"

I look at her, surprised. "You think I should take it?"

She shrugs. "I think you should do what feels right for you. But it could help to give yourself a little distance. And if it's not working, you can always come back."

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