Page 7 of Snowed In with the Rancher
She was beautiful, that was for sure. Those big brown eyes with long dark lashes, an almost olive skin tone, thick brown hair that hung in waves over her shoulders. Hannah hadn’t said a fucking word about bringing a friend, and yet, he shouldn’t have expected anything less. That was Hannah. Always with the surprises.
He’d be giving his niece a piece of his mind when he finally spoke to her.
But in the meantime, he had a gorgeous stranger downstairs in his guest room and bathroom and no idea what to do with her.
Though, he certainly had a few ideas of what he’d like to do with her.
Nate called him earlier before he went to bed to tell him that he was stuck in Austin after bringing the yearling down to its new ranch. Texas wasn’t used to snow, so they had no idea what to do when it fell, leaving the state in a bit of a frenzy. He figured he’d be back in four or five days.
But that was four or five days of Asher doing everything on his own.
It was a full-time job when it was just the two of them on the ranch.
Fuck, it was a full-time job when they had their full-time ranch hands there, too. But everyone wanted to go see their family, so Nate and Asher figured they could handle a week by themselves feeding the animals and riding the fence lines to check for holes. Now, it was suddenly all on Asher and the snow was piling up.
Did he dare ask Hannah’s friend to help out?
Not that he’d put her on a horse and send her out to ride the fence, but she could probably handle mucking stalls and filling troughs.
The squeal of the old pipes echoed through the house to let him know that she’d turned on the tap in the shower.
His cock stood at full attention as his imagination peeled away the white cotton panties and bra to reveal what was beneath, not that what she’d opened the door wearing left much to the imagination. And he’d always had a very active imagination.
Triss.
She’d paid triple the cab fair, then been forced to lug her gigantic suitcase all the way up the half-mile driveway, then bravely knocked on the door of a dark house and even then, she didn’t ask to come in. It took him inviting her in. She had balls, he’d give her that.
Then again, she’d approached a dark house in the middle of nowhere and entered that house with a strange male she didn’t know. Who had not been confirmed to be a relative of her friend. Maybe she wasn’t as bright as he initially thought.
Not that he’d harm a hair on her head, but still. She didn’t know that. And there were some seriously sick fuckers out there. He would know, he’d killed a lot of them.
The squealing pipes quieted down, but he could still hear the water running. Tucking his arms behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling. Then, because he knew that meddling little fuck would be awake, wherever she was, he grabbed his phone off his nightstand and shot off a text to Hannah. A heads up about your friend joining us for Christmas would have been nice.
She replied almost immediately because the woman lived on her phone. What’s the fun in that? She just got dumped by her dick of a boyfriend. Be nice.
Interesting. Who in their right mind would dump a fox like Triss?
You know nothing about her. Psychos can be hot, too. She could have a shit personality and that was why the guy broke up with her.
Yeah, but she didn’t strike him as the type to have a shit personality. And Hannah was an excellent judge of character. His niece wouldn’t pick a person with a shit personality to be friends with, and she certainly wouldn’t invite a person with a shit personality to his ranch. She knew better than that.
He texted her back. Where are you?
Again, she texted back right away. Oklahoma. Earliest flight I could get to Denver was in three days. Feel free to hump my friend and cheer her up, though. ;)
He growled, but his dick jerked at the thought of humping Triss. Watch it, Hannah. He texted back. I’m still your uncle.
Barely, she replied. I mean, yeah, you are. But the age gap or lack thereof kind of muddies things and you know it. You have my permission to hump the heartbreak right out of Triss. Just don’t break her heart in the process.
“For fuck’s sake.” Stop saying “hump” he messaged back.
Bone? Fuck? Defile? Pick one.
Enjoy Oklahoma, Hannah.
Enjoy my friend Triss, Uncle Asher.
He put his phone back on his nightstand and tucked one hand behind his head while the fingers of his other hand found his dog tags on his chest.
