"It all seems to have worked out now, you seem very happy."
"He's the love of my life."
"Have you guys talked about your feelings yet?" Sasha asks.
"I think it might be too soon for that, don't you?"
"Not with the way he looks at you, Freya. He's got the hots for you."
The words make me blush and as I try and catch a glimpse of the men, Connor is indeed watching me. He gives me a smile and salutes with his beer bottle and turns back to the grilling.
"I see what you mean. I'm still trying to corral my own feelings."
"Do you see Hunter's Peak as somewhere you can spend the rest of your life in?"
"I'm a city girl, but the mountain calls to me. Were you both from around here?"
"I lived in a town close by and Savannah is from Chicago. We both love it here and have made lives with our mountain men. I think if you allow yourself to feel your feelings for Connor you'll find this place is a great place to make a life together as any other, so long you two are together."
Sasha's words sound true to me, and when we leave later on at night, I hug them both close and thank them for their advice. I definitely have some thinking to do about Connor Michaelson and our relationship.
Chapter 8
Freya
Iborrowed Connor's truck to run some errands in town, but all the while I've been feeling as if someone is watching me. After an hour of that constant feeling, I decide to go to Connor, who is working at the park ranger's station today.
As soon as I park at the station a black luxury car rushes in, and my father and three brothers run out of the car. I start screaming for help before they get to me, but no one comes out of the station. I realize that perhaps I'm meant to face this by myself without my fiancé's help.
I stand my ground in front of the ranger's station and try to brace myself for what is coming. My family is not above using physical force to get me to do their bidding.
"Freya! You are coming back home with us." My dad says.
"I'm not going back there, and you can't make me." I scream at them, hoping someone hears me.
"We'll drag you back if we have to, Freya." One of my brothers says.
Before I know it, my father is grabbing me by the arm and pulling me towards the car. I struggle and scream as loud as I can. I get a couple of kicks in, but now a couple of them have me restrained. Suddenly, I hear a gun shot. My man has a shotgun and is pointing it at my family.
"Connor, help me."
I scream and keep struggling as best as I can. Connor's face goes red with fury, and my family starts to pull me back towards the car. Two more men join Connor and I can't think of their names right now for the life of me.
"Let. Her. Go."
"She's my daughter, and she's coming with me."
"Freya is old enough to make her own decisions, and she chose to come here. I'm not going to ask again. Let. Her. Go."
"What are you going to do, shoot me? Who are you to my daughter?"
"I'm her future husband. Connor Michaelson."
"Is this why you left us, Freya? To come live in the wilderness with a brute like this?"
"Dad, just let me go. I want to be here. I'm going to marry him."
As Connor and his friends come closer, I can see my family's fear on their faces. They don't know what to do. They obviously didn't come prepared for a fight like this.
