Page 17 of Her Mountain Man Giant

04/25/25 08:49AM

deleted_user: Bullshit. Bahamas thing has been debunked.

04/26/25 04:31PM

Steve_Knows78: Tanner and Jason both died in the car crash. Any photos of Tanner taken in the month or two after the crash use a body double (look for details like mouth, nostril shape, obviously not the same dude). The real question is why they want us to think he survived when he didn’t…

05/03/25 01:12AM

TheTruthSeeker: It’s obvious what happened. Tanner Greene was an okay player, but Jason was the star. Tanner was jealous of his younger brother’s skill. They had an argument about it in the car and Tanner crashed into the truck on purpose, making sure the passenger side was hit. Jason died but Tanner was also injured and ended up ruining his own career. Guess that’s what you get for murdering your brother. Karma’s a bitch.

A knot twistsin my stomach as I read through the theories, and my heart aches to know that Tanner has probably seen all this stuff. I can’t imagine having to read these kinds of stories about yourself—listening to people online say that you murdered your own brother. It’s all total crap, written by disrespectful assholes with too much time on their hands.

It’s so unfair.

A noise from the bedroom startles me from my thoughts, and I instinctively slam my laptop shut, feeling like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t. A few moments later, Tanneremerges from the bedroom, wearing only his boxers. His hair is still mussed from sleep, eyes squinting against the light as he crosses the room to join me.

“Morning, sugar. You’re up early.”

I rise on my tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips, smiling at him. “Good morning.”

He wraps his arms around me and I melt against him, letting everything else fall away. It feels like nothing could ever hurt me when I’m in Tanner’s arms, enveloped by his giant body. He’s too tall for me to rest my head on his shoulder, so I lean against his chest instead, my ear in line with his thumping heart.

“You hungry?” he asks, his deep voice rumbling through me. “Want some breakfast? Coffee?”

“That would be amazing.”

He grunts in agreement, squeezing me tight before we pull apart. Then he looks at my laptop on the table, smiling slightly.

“You been writing?”

“Sort of. I was feeling pretty inspired after yesterday, so I made a few notes.”

Tanner’s eyes meet mine, shining with curiosity.

“Can I read them?” he asks.

“Um…”

His finger nudges open the lid of my laptop, waiting for my answer, and I realize a second too late what he’s about to see.

“No, wait?—”

He shakes his head, still not looking at the screen. “I’m only playing, sugar. If you don’t want me to read it, then?—”

But his voice falters as he catches sight of the forum posts. His face falls, eyes darkening as he scans the page, and I feel my stomach lurch.

Oh no.

“Tanner…”

He doesn’t respond. His gaze is fixed on the screen, the painful silence dragging on. I don’t know what to say. All I can do is wait for him to look at me and pray I haven’t just messed everything up.

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TANNER

It feelslike someone just poured a glass of ice water down my back as I read the words on Violet’s screen. It’s been a while since I looked at any of this stuff. Years ago, I’d read these forums every night, torturing myself with them, letting the guilt eat at me. I felt like I deserved to be blamed for Jason’s death because I survived and he didn’t.

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