Page 7 of Two Canes, One Cup
Tugging it around my chin, I roll over and bury against the downy pillows, cracking one eye to look outside.
Fresh snow! It spreads a pristine blanket across the clearing and over the trees. It’s only an inch or two, but adds such charm to the already picturesque view.
A snapping sound makes me roll across the mattress to change my angle.
What is that?
There it is again.
I’m half hanging over the edge when I catch a glimpse of one of the guys across the street wielding an ax and chopping a small round of wood in half.
It’s the one with the beard. I’m not sure which one is more attractive, they both look a little older than me, and in shape.
Oh my. He pauses with the handle propped against his thigh to peel off his flannel, exposing muscular arms and broad chest under his tight gray t-shirt.
I need some popcorn.
Damn. His whole body flexes as he drops the weighty blade. The force of it sends chunks of log flying away from the stump he had it propped on.
My shoulder starts to scream at me as I’m perched over the frame.
But I tough it out until I see him sink the ax into the chopping block and pick up the pieces.
What a pleasant way to wake up.
It makes me want to go play outside just to see if I can catch another glimpse of that gorgeous man.
The world isn’t fair. His partner is just as hot. Not as much in the rugged lumberjack way, but in the CEO who would bend someone over his desk and then make it to his meeting on time, kinda way.
Both are secret little fantasies of mine.
They’re a welcome distraction from Bryan. It’s been two weeks though, that pain is starting to fade.
Maybe this was a good idea? I’ll have to be sure to thank Amy extra when I get home.
It’s just a tiny chilly when I crawl out from the cozy covers.
Better pull on my sweaterbeforeI try to walk down the polished wood stairs to the kitchen.
That’s all I’d need is to fall and break a leg who knows how far from the nearest hospital.
One step at a time, Stacy. The coffee will be there when I get there.
And it’s delicious. I add in some of the hot chocolate mix to make it extra rich.
Fresh snow, a sweet drink, and eye candy across the street to watch while I work.
This might just be the best Christmas I’ve had in ages.
Chapter 5 - Dean
“They didn’t chop the wood?” I grumble as Reecebrings in a gust of wind and snow with him. Then I glance up from my laptop screen to see his t-shirt sweatily plastered to his chest. “Did you find a sauna while you were out there?”
“You know you act like we really should be married,” he sighs, dropping his armful of split kindling into the fancy brass holder next to the fireplace. “It’s warmer out than it looks. The snow is wet and heavy.” His teeth flash as he straightens. “Perfect snowman weather.”
I can’t resist pulling up the weather. “Ah, there’s a big ass storm moving in. No wonder.” Closing the app, I’m glad this place is well stocked.
No one will be running to town any time soon if that road gets drifted in.
