Page 18 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

“No,” sighs Cash. “But I know her kind, and they’re all the same. Ridiculous clothes, shitty attitude, always expecting you to run around like you’re their servant.”

“Well,” I say, entering the kitchen. “She’s our guest now.”

“Your guest.” Cash gives Knox and me a pointed look. “I want nothing to do with her.”

Knox pins Cash a warning look as soon as we hear the toilet flushing.

I focus on taking the bread out of the oven. It was supposed to be for breakfast, but our guest is looking hungry.

And perfect in every sense of the word.

She storms back into the room.

“Do you have my water?”

Cash tosses me a look from the couch, which I choose to ignore.

“Yes, it’s coming right up.” I pluck a glass from the shelf and fill it from the tap.

Sienna turns up her nose as soon as I hand her the water. “Tap water? Is this some kind of joke?”

“No joke,” I assure her.

“Is it triple-filtered?” She raises the glass and inspects it.

“I’m not sure, but our water runs straight from the mountains. It’s the purest you’ll ever taste.”

“Hmph,” grunts Sienna, taking a cautious sip.

Cash rolls his eyes. “You’re drinking water, not wine tasting, for fuck’s sake.”

“I don’t appreciate your tone,” replies Sienna, taking another sip.

I toss the kitchen towel over my shoulder and continue slicing bread.

Sienna, now finished with her water, tips her nose up and smells the bread. “I hope that’s gluten-free.”

“Kill me slowly,” sighs Cash, dragging himself up from the couch and walking away.

Knox watches him go, saying nothing. The guy’s not much of a talker unless it comes to upcoming weather reports and mountain rescue.

“No,” I answer Sienna. “It’s not gluten-free, unfortunately.”

“I’m intolerant to gluten. If I get even the smallest amount, I have brain fog for weeks. It makes it really hard to learn my lines.”

“I’ll figure something out,” I say, tearing my eyes from hers, even though I don’t want to look away.

Knox left out a lot of details, which is on brand for him. He really should’ve told us that we were inviting trouble into our home.

Sienna is definitely trouble, but not in the way Cash is saying. How the hell am I supposed to take care of my three-year-old nephew and get things done around here over the next few days if she’s staying here? I can’t even slice a loaf of bread without getting distracted.

The blizzard’s going nowhere, same as Sienna. If Knox’s predictions are correct, which they normally are, we have several more days of heavy snowfall.

We’re all trapped here. Together.

I’m just thankful the little cabin around back is unoccupied. She’ll stay there.

I glance over at her—she really is a work of art. I’m sure the jewelry she’s wearing is very expensive, but I couldn’t give a fuck about the jewelry or the clothes or the heels, now apparently ruined. She’s a breath of fresh air and those eyes seem to be staring deep into my soul.