Page 14 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
“Holy shit,” swore Ryder. “Really?”
I shrugged. “I was born and raised in Daytona, and it sure as hell doesn’t snow there. I’ve been as far north as Pennsylvania, but it was one time and in the summer. Driving up here was the first time I saw snow.”
Oakley laughed. “Yeah, well if snow’s what you wanted, you just hit the mother lode. Or you’re about to, anyway.”
My brow wrinkled. “You’re kidding, right?”
“About what?”
I pointed to the nearest window. “Some of the drifts are as tall as me right now. You’re telling me it’s going to snow even harder?”
Once more the boys looked at each other. In unison they answered, and resoundingly, too.
“YES.”
As if the moment wasn’t already awkward, my eyes decided now was the perfect time to wander. I found myself staring at their arms, their shoulders, their puffed out chests. The lean, cut muscle that I knew lie just beneath their tee shirts, because in all three cases, those shirts were stretched almost intentionally too tightly.
Maybe they knew it. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe they’d all worn loose-fitting sweat shorts because they planned on me checking out their sculpted calves and well-muscled thighs, myeyes climbing higher and higher while imagining what lay just beyond.
Or maybe these were merely the clothes they slept in, and I was nothing more than a sex-starved pervert who hadn’t been laid in way too fucking long.
“Alright,” said Oakley, standing up. “Let’s get to work.”
I sat holding my wounded hand as they cleaned up breakfast in record time, again moving with precise, military efficiency. It left me even more time to watch and admire them. To wonder a little more about what these guys had been through together, and how many years they’d been a unit.
And of course, to marvel at just how great each of them looked from behind. Because they did look great from behind. Ridiculously great, actually.
And that’s when I realized, I just might be in a shitload of trouble.
~ 7 ~
CAMRYN
“Thisis your car?” Ryder asked, flipping open the hood. “Seriously?”
Shivering against the cold, I tried not to show weaknessorindignation. Nelly was my baby, and the only actual possession I owned right now. She represented my freedom, and reminded me of warm, sun-kissed skies. The old girl had come a long way with me. Even if, right now, she wouldn’t start.
“Where the hell did you get it?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Florida.”
“Did you winterize it?”
Wrapping my arms around each other, I shook my head. “What’s that?”
Ryder grunted, and his head disappeared beneath the hood. He did a few man-things, touching and tugging on various parts and wires. When he finally looked up again, his expression was even more grim.
“This thing’s old to begin with,” he explained, patting the fender. “It spent its entire life in heat and humidity, then you brought it up here to the freezing, dry mountain air.”
“So?”
“So, every one of your gaskets cracked.” He shook his head solemnly. “They probably screamed, too. That’s why you’ve been in and out of the repair shop.”
“Oh.”
“When’s the last time you started it?”
I shrugged. “Had to be four days ago. Almost, anyway.”
