Page 17 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

Judging from his friends' faces, they have no idea who I am either.

“This is Cash and Eli,” says the man.

They step down from the porch and all form a line in front of me. I don’t know who to look at first. I’m too stunned, blinking rapidly. They’re probably thinking I’m under some kind of drug-induced psychosis, with the crazy squinting and the fact that I came up here, alone, in the middle of a blizzard.

“I’m Knox,” says Mr. Beefy. “And this is Sienna,” he says to the other men. “Sienna Lane.”

“Sienna Lane?” says the one in the middle. “Is that one word?”

I narrow my eyes. These people really have no clue who I am.

“Two,” I say, sticking up my fingers. “First name and last.”

The man—Cash, I think his name is—continues staring at me like he’d rather I leave.

He’s devastatingly attractive, same as the other two.

Dark shadows loom on their faces, coming from the lights inside.

“Come inside,” says Knox. “We’ll get you warmed up.”

I can see my future in those big brown eyes, and it’s a lot brighter than Hollywood lights.

I take a step and realize I’ve been holding my breath this entire time. That’s what a full bladder, no food, and three strange men will do to you.

Chapter 7

Eli

It’s like God finally listened and answered my prayers. I’ve never set eyes on a woman as spectacular as Sienna Lane and probably won’t again for the rest of my life.

“I can’t help but notice you look on edge, sweetheart,” I tell her as we make our way inside.

She glances around the room, turning her head quickly in all directions. When she settles her eyes on the fire, I see the flames mirrored in her eyes.

She has to be wearing contacts. Her eyes are so incredibly blue.

“On edge?” she repeats with a huff, snapping out of her trance. She looks at me like I’m crazy, like I’m the one who decided to drive up the mountain in the middle of a snowstorm. “I’m in the middle of nowhere without cell service, so, yeah, I’m a little on edge.”

We all stare at her like no one knows what to say.

Sienna presses her plump lips together, drawing my attention to them. “I need the ladies’ room. And I’d appreciate a glass of water when I return.” She stomps down the hallway in a huff, heels clacking aggressively against the wood floors.

“Second door on the right,” I call.

She huffs again, and then I hear the door close.

Cash is immediately on Knox’s case. “When you said someone needed to stay here, I thought you meant a normal person, not Hollywood royalty.”

“Sienna is a person,” says Knox, folding his arms over his chest.

“Barely.” Cash throws himself onto the couch and kicks up his feet. “She’s a thousand times more trouble than she’s worth, I’ll tell you that much.”

“Because of the attitude? I will not see anyone die up there, Cash, not a lost hiker or a Hollywood star. Everyone bleeds the same color, regardless of net worth.”

“Sienna Lane doesn’t think so.”

“You know who she is?” I step in.