5 Bikers for Valentines

by Rye Hart

  I stood in line for almost an hour 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 walked 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.

  Feeling suddenly safe, I closed my eyes and gave up fighting.

  Chapter 7

  Liam

  I saw the woman take a tumble from my window and I went charging out the front door. I didn’t know what the fuck a woman like her was doing out in weather like this but I saw the way her ankle caught. At best, she’d sprained it, but it was more likely she’d dislocated it. I hopped down the steps and went charging for the hill she rolled down. When I got to the edge, I saw her gasping for air.

  It was the same woman I’d seen walking across the road earlier that day, with the long blonde hair and the put-together clothing. Her eyes were a striking blue that almost halted me in my tracks but it was her gasping that ripped me from my trance before I made my way down to her.

  She’d tumbled her way into a tree and lost her breath. She was struggling to catch it and I knew if I didn’t get her inside, I’d be looking at a very serious situation. I lifted her up into my arms just as she passed out and I scaled the hill quickly before I ran back inside with her. I had to make sure I could get her lungs and her diaphragm to sync back up before I could even touch her ankle, which was definitely dislocated.

  I felt for her pulse and it was faint. I saw her stomach jolting but her chest wasn’t rising. I settled my hand onto her stomach and pressed down before I blew steadily into her mouth. The moment she gasped for air, I pulled away and looked at her ankle. Tears were streaming down her face while she tried to grasp at anything around her and I knew I had a narrow window to pop her ankle back in before shock set in.

  So, I grabbed her ankle, steadied her leg, and twisted.

  She groaned and her back arched while tears continued to stream down her face. I propped her foot up with some pillows before I walked back to retrieve a first aid kit. I dug out the ace bandage, as well as some heating and cooling gel. Then I settled back down beside her and started to take care of her ankle.

  It was going to swell up and hurt for a while but, if no ligaments had been torn, it should subside within a few days.

  I heard her breathing steady out while I applied the gel. She sighed with relief once the cooling sensation kicked in. Then, I began covering her ankle with gauze and an ace bandage. She had to keep it as still as she could manage until the joint itself could heal.

  I chanced a look outside. The snow was piling up much faster than I’d anticipated and now there was this strange fucking woman in my cabin.

  “What are you doing out in this weather?” I asked.

  Her wild eyes hooked onto me but I kept my gaze steady on her ankle.

  “What?” she asked.

  “What possessed you to go on a hike during this storm?”

  “I just wanted to see the sights before the storm set in,” she said.

  “You saw that tree up close. Get enough?”

  I lifted my gaze to her as her eyes widened at my statement.

  “Yes, I’ve seen enough. Thank you.”

  She pulled her ankle from my hands and immediately hissed in pain. She tried to place her foot on the floor, no doubt seeing if she could walk on it, but the moment her ass hit the couch, I leaned over to pick up her foot.

  “Enjoy the trial run?” I asked.

  “I knew the storm was coming,” she said. “But I figured I could get back before it actually started. The clouds didn’t look that gray when I left.”

  “And you got lost,” I said.

  “No shit, Sherlock.”

  I flicked my gaze up to her while my hands finished wrapping up her ankle. I could see she was still shivering and the last thing I needed was for this woman to catch a damn chill. I got up and helped her out of her jacket, even as she continued to give me suspicious little side glances. Then, I gathered up some blankets and brought them back to her.

  “I’ll get a fire going in a second but ,if you get any colder, your ankle’s the least of your worries.”

  “What happened to it?” she asked.

  “You dislocated it when you did your little dance down the hill,” I said.

  “Are you always such a dick?”

  I looked back up into her eyes that were sparkling with anger and I sighed.

  “Sorry,” I said.

  “You should be.”

  She wrapped herself up in the blankets while I propped her leg back up on some pillows. For now, the swelling would be kept at bay if she kept her ankle elevated. The ace bandage would work not only as a stabilizer but as a compression sock and, hopefully, no more damage could come to her joints and tendons. I got up and headed to the fireplace, stocking it with kindling before I got a flame going.

  Then, I tossed a few logs onto it and allowed the heat to permeate the room.

  I looked back at the strange woman and watched her shivering finally die down. The flames of the fire were flickering off her features and, for a moment, I could only stand and stare. What the fuck was I going to do with this woman in this storm? She couldn’t get back to the resort. Not in weather like this. It was dumping by the buckets and that side road would already be snowed out.

  And I still hadn’t gotten out with my chainsaw to remove that fucking tree from the road.

  “You shouldn’t have been out in this weather,” I said, again.

  “Thanks, Dad.”

  “You hurt yourself,” I said.

  “Look, once I get warm, I’m gonna go back, okay? So just leave the fucking attitude over there for now.”

  “You can’t go back in a storm like this,” I said. “I know these back roads. They’ll already be snowed out. And the main road that might still be open has a massive tree blocking it.”

  “And no one thought to move it?” she
asked.

  “No one cares about people up here,” I said. “I was gonna move it when I got back home from town today.”

  “You’re too late.”

  “Excuse me for not knowing someone would be out prancing around in the storm of the century for fun.”

  She huffed, turning her back to me while she hunkered down on the couch. She was feisty. She couldn’t go back in this snow and we had no chance of getting her back anywhere until it let up, which I knew wouldn’t be for a few days.

  “I’ll get you some more pillows and you can sleep on the couch,” I said.

  “How nice of you,” she said sarcastically. “Thanks.”

  “Would you like to try your luck with the weather?” I asked. “Because if you’re really that stubborn, go ahead.”

  She turned back over to look at me, her eyes filled with fury and fire. I sighed. This was exactly why I didn’t want to be around people and why I had no interest in finding a companion. People talked too much. “This storm’ll eat you alive,” I said. “You can stay on the couch until it lets up.”

  “Thanks,” she murmured, sounding more genuine than before.

  I heard her sigh as she turned her back to me and a part of me felt sorry for her. I was also intrigued by her. If she was scared, she didn’t show it. Some burly man with a beard and a stern voice found her and brought her inside his cabin and she hadn’t even asked my fucking name yet. It made me wonder what her story was. What could’ve happened to her that was more frightening than a strange man bringing her back to his isolated cabin in the fucking woods?

  But if she didn’t want to know my name, then I didn’t care about knowing hers. After all, she’d only be here for a few days and then I’d take her back to wherever the hell she wanted to be.

  “I’ll go get those pillows,” I said.

  “Okay.”

  I walked around the couch and found my way to the hallway closet. I pulled a few extra pillows down from the top shelf, then went back to her. I propped her head up a bit more and put a bit of support underneath her back. I’d taken care of way too many soldiers in my time who were lying on nothing but slabs of wood. I knew how to make sure their bodies were comfortable and the more comfortable she was, the less tension she would carry.