Page 34 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“I hit my head pretty hard in the accident I had last week. I don’t remember much of my life before today.”

“Oh wow, that must be tough,” she says sympathetically.

“It is. I’ve been getting little flashes of what I think are memories the past couple days, but that’s about all.” I sigh in frustration.

“Whatdoyou remember?”

“Just bits and pieces, but not enough to give me a sense of identity,” I confess. “The Hayes brothers and I, however, go way back, and we’re still trying to figure out what I was doing out here in the first place. I live in New York. That part I remember.”

“What about your family?”

“I don’t know. They’re probably worried. But the cell tower is still down, so we can’t call anyone,” I say with a heavy sigh.

Breonna checks her phone almost on instinct, then frowns in disappointment. “Yes, that’s been a bit of an issue for me, too,” she says. “I’m so sorry you are going through this.”

“I’m thankful to be alive; the memories will probably follow.”

We talk awhile and despite her moments of abrasiveness, Breonna is starting to come across as a decent woman. Fierce and bitter about her divorce, sure. Gushing over Nico whenever his name pops up. But she seems nice enough. Friendly but edgy would be how I would describe her.

“How did you and the Hayes brothers meet?” I ask at one point.

“Up here,” she giggles. “They’re good neighbors. Good men. Hospitable and kind. Surely, you must’ve noticed how hot they are. Giving off sexy mountain man vibes with very little effort.”

I can’t help but laugh lightly. “They’re easy on the eyes, sure.” My cheeks burn as I remember our bedroom adventures.

“How long have you had this cabin?” I ask Breonna, trying to determine how long she’s known the guys.

“Ever since my divorce. Almost three years now,” she says, a warm smile stretching across her filled lips as she gazes out the window. “I still remember it; the first time I saw Nico. It was the middle of summer, and it was hot, but not city hot. Mountain hot. Nothing a cold lemonade and a fan couldn’t soothe.”

“Okay.”

What is this pang of jealousy in the pit of my stomach? I don’t want it.

“He was chopping wood,” Breonna remembers with stars in her eyes. “Bare-chested and sweating, those jeans barely clinging to his hips. My electrical system was still kind of shoddy at the time, so I went over to their lodge hoping to get some help. And boy, did I get more than I had expected.” She laughs.

Outside, the sun is setting. We may have lost track of time by the looks of it. Darkness will soon blanket the mountain, and the cold night will swallow everything in its silence. I’m startled by a knock on the cabin door.

But Breonna is unfazed. “That must be him.”

“Who?”

“Nico,” she says, a little too eager for my comfort.

I follow her to the door. When she opens it, Nico is standing there looking uncomfortable as all get-out.

“We’re headed back up,” he tells me, without even acknowledging her. “Let’s go.”

“Now, now, hold on,” Breonna replies with a flirtatious smile. “Let me make you and the boys some hot chocolate, at least. Anya can tell you it’s to die for!”

“We’re good, thank you. And thank you for keeping an eye on Anya for us,” he tells her, never taking his eyes off me. “How are you feeling?”

I offer a slight shrug. “I’m good to go.”

Once I’ve got my boots and coat back on, Breonna returns with two packs of hot chocolate. “Here, take these with you,” she says, shoving them in my pockets. “You loved it so much; you might as well make yourself some while you’re still up at the lodge.”

“Breonna, thank you,” I reply with a warm smile. “And thank you for the hospitality as well.”

“It’s going to be okay, I know it,” she says and pulls me into a hug.

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