Montana was supposed to be a new start, but I fucking hated it.
I drove out to the ranch and sat in the driveway for a good ten minutes, staring through the front window as Rob and Krista curled up on the couch. They were happy and content, and if I went in there, I’d only ruin it. I wasn’t supposed to be living with another couple. Yet, I loved the house and the peace of living in the country.
I just couldn’t have it here anymore.
Shifting into reverse, I went in search of the tiny home that had become something of the town joke. It had moved so many times while I lived in it, and I didn’t relish the thought of going back to that, but at least I wouldn’t have to contend with the constant sex in the other room while I was using my hand to get off.
I finally found the tiny home out by the mountain rescue on the other side of town, parked not far from the main building. At least it was hooked up and ready for use. Not that I would be taking a shower tonight. The only thing I wanted was to crash.
Pulling out my old key, I shoved it in the lock and stepped into the space I would now call home. Tossing the keys on the counter, I stripped as I headed back to the bedroom, letting my clothes fall to the floor as I crossed the small distance.
The moment I was in the bedroom, I flopped down on the bed, nearly screaming when I hit something hard and a body started writhing beneath me.
“What the fuck?” I shouted, jumping up from the bed.
Flipping on the light, I grabbed the baseball bat in the corner and held it above my head, ready to smash it down on whoever was under the covers, when they were flipped off and Jeff’s groggy face appeared.
“What the hell?” he grimaced, holding his hand up to block the light. “I was sleeping!”
“In my bed!”
“You’re not using it,” he argued as I lowered the bat and took a deep breath.
“You have an entire house. Why aren’t you there?”
“Because nobody would leave me alone. Every day, my mother stops by with more food. I can’t escape her and the incessant questions.How are you feeling today? Is there any pain? Do you want me to run you a bath?”
“She runs you a bath?”
“She tried to,” he muttered. “You have no idea how terrified I was.”
I could imagine, and while I didn’t have a ton of sympathy for him while he was in my bed, I wasn’t about to send him home to that.
“So, what was your plan? Run away from everyone?”
“I considered taking a vacation for a while, but Ma would have sent one of them after me.”
“One of who?”
“My brothers,” he grumbled. “Or worse, Blake. And she probably would have thrown me through a window.”
Sighing, I rubbed a hand over my face, trying to figure out what I was going to do. I really didn’t want to go back to Krista’s, and there was no way I was staying at Jeff’s house with the possibility of his mother walking in at any given time.
“Scoot over,” I muttered, grabbing the covers to fix them.
“Sorry, what?”
“I need some sleep.”
His jaw dropped as he stared at me in confusion. “But…I’m in bed.”
“Yeah, and you’d better get comfortable sleeping in the same bed as another dude because there is no way in hell I’m going to your house.”
He snorted, pulling the cover closer to his body. “Yeah, I’m not sleeping in the same bed with you.”
“Then take the bed upstairs,” I demanded.
“Why do I have to?”
