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by Rye Hart


  I wrapped a scarf around my neck and pulled on a hat. The temperature was dropping, which meant I’d need to store my truck away. The last thing I needed was the snow and ice damaging this thing. Every time I got into it, my truck reminded me of a lighter time. A time where I could still smile without feeling guilty and take a breath without feeling like my lungs were trying to collapse in on themselves.

  I rode into town and tried to get my mind off things but when I came across a tree down in the middle of the pathway, I had to backtrack. I’d get my chainsaw out later and remove it.

  I wasn’t sure where this back way took me, but I was hoping it would pass by a clearing. If I could keep leaning to my left, I could get back onto the road and get into town. As I traveled down the road, it eventually cleared into a carved-out path through the trees.

  That was when I saw it. The resort.

  I’d heard a few locals talk about it whenever I had to go into town. They talked about how the cabins were beautiful, but they also talked about how loud the families were. Rich families and people getting away would descend onto the resort and ham it up. They’d clog up the local restaurants, trying to experience “local Gatlinburg” life, when all they really wanted to do was buy a designer pair of boots.

  The locals complained that it flooded their town with “city folk,” but I saw it a bit differently. It would have been the life I lived had things not gone south in the Navy.

  I drove by the back road that skirted the property and studied the log cabins. They were put together well and I could tell they had all the common luxuries of high-class society. Ample electricity, central heating, massive windows that you could see into, chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and there were probably walk-in saunas and shit like that.

  At another point in my life, I would’ve loved shit like that.

  But not anymore. I wandered around the back end of the resort and finally came to what I thought was the front of it. I had to stop at a small little stop sign to get to the main road, but I had to wait until some people crossed my path. A mother was walking with her fully-grown sons while the father lugged all their luggage. There was a couple holding hands who couldn’t stop kissing one another long enough to cross the damn road.

  And then there was a woman: one lone woman looking down at her feet.

  She couldn’t have been older than twenty-eight and she was dressed as if she worked in the corporate sector. She had long blonde hair that looked perfectly styled. The sun reflected off the top of her head and almost made it look like she was glistening.

  I wondered what her story was. What in the world was a woman like herself doing at a resort that tailored itself to families? Surely, she needed some money to stay at a place like this, which probably accounted for the way she was dressed. Her dark red pea coat covered her entire body but I could see her black work pants and her black heeled boots peeking out from beneath the fabric.

  A beauty like her didn’t need to be walking with her shoulders slumped and head down.

  My phone rang in my shirt pocket, ripping me from my thoughts, and I started back into town while I answered it. I knew there was only one person who would be calling me because, well, he was the only person who had my number.

  And it was about damn time I heard from him.

  “Paxton,” I said. “It’s about damn time.”

  “Canter, what’s crackin’?” he asked.

  “Nothin’ much. Just driving into town for some milk.”

  “Preparing for that harsh winter or something?” he asked.

  “Well, I do hear the locals talking about it sometimes. And the weather forecasts aren’t too pretty, either.”

  “At least you’re getting into town. I was worried you’d coop yourself up in that cabin and never come out.”

  “A man’s gotta eat,” I said, grinning.

  “Especially when he’s as massive as you.”

  “So, what’s going on with you?” I asked. “How are the guys?”

  “Well, me and some of the guys are actually preparing for another deployment,” he said.

  My hand gripped the phone a bit too tightly.

  “Another deployment?” I asked. “You sure you’re up for somethin’ like that?”

  “I mean, I need to get my mind off things. I need to show myself that not every deployment will turn out like our last one. All I’m doing here is sitting at a fucking desk, pushing papers and twiddling my fucking thumbs, man. I can’t do it anymore.”

  “So, you volunteered for this one?” I asked.

  “I did, and they gladly gave it to me. They’ve put me on a ship headed toward the scheduled war games this year, but don’t tell anyone I told you.”

  “Yeah, keep that shit to yourself,” I said, grinning.

  “Oh, dude.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “There’s a fucking massive snowstorm headed your way.”

  “How do you know that?” I asked.

  “How the hell don’t you? It’s on every fucking news station. Don’t tell me you don’t have a television.”

  “I have a radio and I haven’t heard anything about it on there.”

  “It sounds like its coming out from nowhere. Get yourself a fucking TV to stay up to date. Even if it’s just a twelve-inch little thing you sit on the counter. You guys are going to get pummeled tomorrow. It’s supposed to snow people in up to three fucking feet.”

  Paxton was a good friend. He acted like he didn’t give a shit but he cared more than any man I’d ever met. I pulled up in front of the store. When I saw how many people were rushing around in there, I started to get worried. All I needed was a few gallons of milk but my mind kicked into overdrive. Suddenly, I needed ace bandages and peroxide. Band-aids and gauze. I needed to prepare for every fucking thing that could possibly go wrong. I wasn’t sure where the panic was now coming from.

  “Canter, you good?” Paxton asked.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I just pulled up to the store. What exactly is that weather report saying?”

  “It says most areas affected are supposed to see two feet of snow, but Gatlinburg is right in its brewing path. They’re predicting anywhere between three and four feet of snow dumped over the course of the next week.”

  “The next week?” I asked.

  “Yep. The mountains are trapping the storm, according to this weatherman. It’ll brew, stay, hang out, and then dissipate without ever going anywhere. Get the shit you need and stock the fuck up.”

  “Thanks, man,” I said. “I’ll call you when I’m back at the cabin.”

  “Hey, Canter?”

  “Yeah?” I asked.

  I walked into the store and grabbed another cart, my panic getting the best of me as everyone rushed around me.

  “Take deep breaths,” he said. “You’re in the mountains, not at sea.”

  “You know I can rough a snowstorm. Why is there this sense of urgency all of a sudden?”

  “Because you’re in a crowded store,” he said. “I can hear the chatter over the phone. Take deep breaths like you always told me. Okay?”

  “Call ya when it’s over,” I said.

  “Paxton out.”

  I white-knuckled the cart while I walked around the store. The first place I went was the milk aisle and I was glad I did. People were snatching up gallon after gallon left and right and all that was left to choose from was whole milk and skim milk. I grabbed four gallons of whole milk and decided I could get powdered milk for the rest of it.

  Then, I traveled up and down the aisles. I threw salves, chapsticks, and ace bandages into my cart, along with a rudimentary first aid kit and more free newspapers. I picked up another four gallons of gasoline and threw all the frozen vegetables into my cart that I could stand. I even managed to pick up a couple of bags of frozen chicken wings, just in case I needed more meat for something.

  I needed to get out of this fucking store before I lost my damn mind.

  I stood in line for almost an ho
ur before I finally got up to Moose. He was all smiles and kind phrases, but I could see the panic in his eyes. I knew enough about Moose to know he’d spent his entire fucking life in Gatlinburg, and if he was worried about the incoming weather, then we all needed to be.

  “You got everything you need?” I asked as he rang me up.

  Moose nodded. “Wife came in early this morning and told me the news. She took home five carts of stuff.”

  “Five carts? Good for her. You get any time off to help her?”

  “Nope, but I sent one of the baggers with her to help her unload. This city’s preparing.”

  “It seems like they should be,” I said.

  “You got someone to keep you company through the storm?”

  I stayed quiet at his question as I began loading bags into my cart.

  “You should,” he said. “Stop by the pet store and get you a dog or something to keep you company. It’s gonna get mighty lonely once you get snowed-in.”

  “I’ll take it into consideration,” I said.

  I paid for my groceries and booked it to my truck. I didn’t want any company. I didn’t want a pet. I didn’t want anything else to run after when I was already running after myself. I tossed everything into the bed of my truck before I handed my cart off to someone else. Then I jumped in and started back for my cabin.

  Screw having someone to keep me company.

  Alone was what someone like me deserved.

  CHAPTER 6

  WHITNEY

  It was my first official day at the resort and the area was already forecasting the snowstorm of the century. Of course something like this would happen. It was just my rotten luck that I would get here only to be snowed-in and not able to enjoy the beauty of the town. The weatherman made it sound like he was trying to get people to evacuate or, at least, take serious precautions. I shut off the television and looked out at the sky. While it looked kind of gray, it didn’t seem like the storm was any more sinister than any other winter storm.

  I threw on some clothes, pulled on my hiking boots, wrapped myself up warmly, and headed for the trails.

  Even if it did pour down snow on us, areas like this were equipped to handle that kind of thing. I’d still be able to get from my cabin to the main clubhouse, which boasted four hot tubs, two indoor swimming pools, a workout room, and a cafe-restaurant combination. I’d be able to keep myself entertained on the grounds, even if the sunsets would be obscured by the clouds in the sky.

  Before that, I wanted to take in the nature around me and it seemed like the only time I was going to get to do that was today.

  The place was absolutely phenomenal. Even the studio cabin was sixteen-hundred square feet. It was spacious with an incredible kitchen and I’d stocked it with a few things I could cook for myself while I was there. I unpacked my things when I first got there and settled in for the night, but when I woke up that morning, I realized I couldn’t find the keycard to the cabin.

  I’d already lost it, which was just fucking typical.

  I bundled myself up before I headed to the main lodge. I walked in and saw a man standing behind the front desk. He smiled at me and readied himself for my question but I could see the way his eyes were fluttering down my body.

  Great. Just what I needed.

  “Hello, ma’am. Is there anything I can assist you with?”

  “Yes, I seem to have misplaced the keycard to my cabin,” I said. “What is the cost of replacing something like that?”

  “No cost at all,” he said as he dipped behind the desk. “I can have another one made for you right here.”

  “Thank you so much.”

  I could feel him sneaking glances at me while I stood at the desk. He was programming a new card for me while I looked around the lodge, taking in its beauty. There was a massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a roaring fire in the fireplace. There was a dining area with yet another restaurant in the back of the lodge and there was a staircase that led up to a second floor.

  “What’s on the second floor?” I asked.

  “It’s an entertainment facility. Pool tables, a projector screen to play movies or the game everyone wants to watch. There are a few televisions with game consoles on them as well. Would you like a tour?”

  I turned around and looked at him as he held my keycard out for me. I took it from him and our fingertips grazed. I felt a shock that caused me to rip my hand back. I hissed, while the man began to chuckle to himself and, suddenly, I felt the need to get out of there.

  I wanted to get on my hike before this bad weather set in.

  “That chandelier casts a wonderful glow around your hair,” he said

  “Thanks,” I said. “And thank you for your help.”

  “I don’t mean to be forward,” he said. “But I can’t just ignore the connection between us.”

  “Excuse me?” I asked.

  “The shock. When our fingers touched. That doesn’t happen in everyday life. It’s like our bodies knew something about one another before we did.”

  Was this guy fucking serious?

  “It’s called ‘static electricity.’ It happens all the time.”

  “Would you like to get dinner with me sometime?” he asked. “Maybe at the cafe?”

  I sighed. He was trying as hard as he could and, even though he was falling on his face, he kept on going. In another world, his persistence would’ve been an endearing trait, despite the fact that he was really trying to force it. But I simply wasn’t interested. I wasn’t here to find company or someone to share my bed. I was here to screw my head on straight so I could keep looking toward my future.

  “Thank you for the invitation but I think I’ll have to decline,” I said.

  I backtracked out of the lodge. I hated disappointing people but I wasn’t about to fall back into old patterns. I wasn’t about to start doing what people simply expected me to do. This was my life and, somewhere along the way, I’d forgotten that I was the only one that controlled it. I gripped the keycard in my pocket as I started for the hiking trails and, already, I could feel the blustering wind setting in.

  “Hey! Miss!”

  I turned around to see one of the staff riding up to me on a four-wheeler.

  “Yes?” I asked.

  “You know there’s a storm setting in, right?” she asked.

  “I’m aware, yes.”

  “It’s going to be dangerous for you to be on those hiking trails. I’ve been going around to all the cabins and informing everyone about the storm. If you need anything from town, I suggest you get it now. And if you want to reschedule your visit, we’re doing that free of charge.”

  “That’s very kind of you but I’ll be all right,” I said. “I got a bunch of stuff before I came in and I’m only here for three weeks. The cafe and the restaurant will still be functioning, right?”

  “Yes, we have the backup generators in place, but I must warn you—”

  “Thank you for your time,” I said. “You’ve done your job. I’m just gonna take a quick hike and then I’ll be right back.”

  The woman seemed wary about letting me go but I felt empowered. This was my life and I was the one in control. Not a boss. Not a man. Not the weather. Not anything. I wanted to see a bit of the countryside and the mountains before I was relegated to the compound that was this resort and that was exactly what I was going to do.

  So, I turned around and started into the shadowed path that was the hiking trail.

  I became so enamored with the life and the sights around me that I wasn’t paying attention to the sky. I hiked and wound around and, eventually, I came to a downed tree in the road. I looked around and tried to find the path I’d snaked in on, which was when I realized I’d carved my own path.

  I was no longer sure where I was and I felt panic starting to set in.

  I looked up at the sky and noticed the gray clouds were getting darker. I really needed to get back to the resort before I got caught in all this shit. I w
alked around the tree and started along the road. This couldn’t be just a random road that led to nowhere, right? It had to lead somewhere. If it led to a house, whoever lived there could get me back on track. If it led to the main road, I could hitch a ride with someone and get back. But the road got narrower the farther along it went, and soon, a brush of trees completely overshadowed the small trail the road dumped me into.

  I pulled my phone from my pocket and tried to call someone. The reception was spotty and I didn’t have enough of a connection to pull up the internet. I had no idea where I was, I had no idea which direction the resort was in, and I could hear the wind whipping through the trees.

  Then, it happened.

  The heavens opened up and snow started to dump on me.

  It came down so hard that I could barely see the trail in front of my eyes. I picked up the pace, heading for the brush of trees to get out of the snow. My hair was getting wet and my coat was no longer protecting me from the freezing temperatures. As I made my way through the shadowed trail, tears rose in my eyes.

  My toes were getting cold and my body was trembling uncontrollably. I felt out of control. I felt like I was spiraling. I’d put myself in this position because of my cocky attitude about wanting to control my life and my destiny and now I was going to die in the mountains of Gatlinburg without anyone knowing I was out there.

  I picked up my pace and began running but, just as the trees broke, I stepped onto a rock and fell off to the side.

  I shrieked as my ankle popped and a searing pain ricocheted up my leg. I rolled down a small hill and connected with another tree. My back ached while tears streamed down my face. It was hard to breathe; I couldn’t take in enough air. The snow was coming down around me in buckets, slinking down my back and threatening my body with hypothermia. My ankle was throbbing and my leg was aching. I still couldn’t catch my breath and my tears seemed to be freezing against my skin. I was woozy from smacking into the tree and panic was starting to overtake me.

  I took in great gulps of cold air to try and calm myself down, but all I did was cause myself to have a coughing jag that sucked the oxygen right from my lungs. Just as the edges of my vision started to darken and my head started to feel floaty, I felt my body being lifted from the ground.

 

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