Chapter Five

Jo paced anxiously in the office, muttering to herself as she waited for Nick to pull his car around front. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Jo? I mean, these men are strangers!” Every word she whispered frantically to herself only made her anxiety grow. Paranoia crept just under her skin, and horror stories of ax murders and serial kills kept flashing in her mind. Would she get put on one of those ‘Missing Person’ posters if she were gone too long? Would anyone even care enough to notice if she was gone?

A car pulled up close to the door and Nick stepped out, beckoning her over. Jo feigned a small smile, pushing down the nerves that were rising in her chest.

Nick’s smile was as warm as a furnace. “Do you want me to put your things in the car or do you have it?”

Jo shook off the butterflies that started fluttering deep in her belly from the moment she saw that grin. “Oh, yeah. Some help would be great. Thank you,” She couldn’t help but watch as he easily hefted bag after bag into the trunk of his car. Despite the chill of the night air, Nick only wore a t-shirt, putting his rippling muscles on full display as he lowered the luggage into the car. She wondered absently how he could stand the bite of this cold, holding her arms close to her as a gust of wind tossed her hair awry. The faintest wash of goosebumps decorated his tanned skin, and lasted only for a quickly fleeting moment before he was back to his unaffected self.

“You alright?” Nick asked, snapping Jo from her ogling.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” she stammered, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I was just wondering how you’re not cold in this weather.”

Nick looked down at his bare are and thin t-shirt before shrugging. “I guess I’m just used to the cold. Lived here my entire life, so I guess it kinda grows on ya.” He shook his head as if something flustered him.

“Ah,” she replied, tugging the coat a little closer to stifle another shiver.

Seeing her body quiver, Nick tipped his head towards the front of the car with a smile. “Why don’t you just get in? I’ll be finished here in just a sec.”

Jo nodded jerkily. “Good idea.” She scurried happily into the passenger seat, immediately huddling close to the heat blasting from the vents.

True to his word, Nick was only a few moments behind her, sliding into the driver’s seat before she’d even had time to fully thaw. As he closed the driver side door, Jo just bare caught a glimpse of Tom watching them from the workshop, a look of mild chagrin etched on his face. Long gone was the cheerful mechanic that greeted her with a handshake and a smile.

“I really do hope it’s alright for me to stay at the cabin,” she ventured as they drove away. “I’m not secretly putting you guys out or anything, am I?”

Nick chuckled. “No, not at all. We stay in the rooms at the shop. Easier to work that way. So the cabin’s almost always going empty.” He gave her a quick glance. “We’re happy to be able to give you the place for a while. Gives us a chance to knock off the dust and cobwebs.”

Jo nodded, finally accepting his answer. “Okay. Thanks.”

Conversation tapered off after that, but as Jo looked at the evening scenery of the tiny town, she could still feel Nick’s eyes on her every so often. It wasn’t a creepy kind of linger, but she got the sense that he was worried about her. What? Why would he be worried about her? She softly shook her head. He could be worried about anything, not just her. Hell, maybe he was wondering if she was an axe murderer or serial killer, she mused lightly.

“So, what’s the hubbub in San Francisco, if you don’t mind my asking?” Nick asked after the silence stretched on for a bit.

“Not at all,” Jo replied, offering Nick a polite smile. She couldn’t help but feel her nerves bubble up for reasons that had nothing to do with murder for once. “I work for an art gallery. I have to meet a prospective client, a pretty notable one, to try and convince him that we’re the best gallery to display his work.”

“Oh?” Nick asked, interested. “Which gallery is that? I know we have a few in the towns surrounding us.”

“Oh, none of those, sadly. It’s call Liberty Art, based in Chicago, Illinois.” She saw his mouth drop slightly in surprise. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s a bit of a road trip, but… anything to save a dollar.”

Something that felt like rage washed over Nick in a surprising wave. “Chicago! That’s like a two day drive at least!” He gave her an incredulous look. “Couldn’t your boss have just saved you the time and paid for a flight?”

She shrugged. “Not in the budget, I’m afraid.”

“Oh come on, he couldn’t have been saving too much,” he exclaimed, taking Jo by surprise.

“Yeah, I know,” she replied, wondering if it wasn’t Nick who was overreacting, but her who was underreacting? Brian had been treating her this way for a while now. Maybe she was just numb to the injustice.

Nick blew out a long, cool breath, and Jo watched as he loosened his grip on the steering wheel to something more normal. “I reckon your boss should start treating his employees a little better,” he grumbled. The anger in his voice was chilling, even passed the cold of the night.

Jo glanced at him, taking in the fierce expression on his face and the steely glint in his eyes. His frustration for her, over the way she was being treated, it made her feel glad that she’d hung up on Brian. Seeing Nick as angry as she should have been this whole time, she was finally beginning to realize that she did deserve better, didn’t she? She nodded her resolve. “Maybe I will treat this like a vacation, after all,” she murmured.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” Nick assured. He seemed to visibly rest after her answer, all his fight melting away into and the easy contentment he’d carried when he first entered the car. Just like that, his anger was gone as he rounded a corner and the cabin finally came into view.

“Thank goodness,” Jo whispered softly to herself, hopefully quiet enough that Nick couldn’t hear.

He grinned widely at her. “Turns out I’m not a serial killer after all.”

“I wasn’t thinking that,” she retorted too quickly, a redness tingling her cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold.

Nick didn’t reply, flashing another smile before killing the ignition and exiting the car. Jo followed eagerly behind.

The outside of the cabin was certainly rustic. Encircled by trees on three sides and a clear view of the road on the fourth side, it was entirely surrounded by beautiful sights, sounds, and smells. Jo took in a huge breath, appreciating the heavy scent of pine on the brisk cool air. “This looks amazing,” she sighed, taking in the twilight view of the land.

Nick shrugged noncommittally. “It’s not much,” he commented, tossing her the key, “but it does us well whenever we need something a little more rural. A place to get away.” He flashed her a small smile and she could feel the frost melting from her fingertips. “Please, go on up. I’ll get your bags.”

She nodded immediately, but stuck around outside in the cold a bit longer to watch him walk away. She didn’t mean to stare at him, but he moved like he was made of water, his motions liquid, his muscles rippling. Everything in a constant of ebb and flow, like he was meant to be more than the tall, brooding muscleman that he appeared to be. Maybe that’s what she was seeing of him as of late. Maybe the Nick she met when she first entered Rawlins hadn’t gotten out of his shell yet. She hid a smile as she turned to enter the cabin. She could at least admit to herself that she was excited to see where this new and friendlier Nick would take things.

Opening the door, the sight made her breath catch. The inside of the log cabin was absolutely stunning. It appeared to have two levels. The first floor had comfortable sofas and chairs surrounding a fire, and on the other side sat a table, chairs, and almost an entire kitchen! Walking a little further in, Jo discovered a tiny reading corner, partially hidden by an entire wooden cabinet of books. The literature scaled from classics like Dickens and Bronte to modern bestsellers like Rowling and King; a book for every reader.

Claiming the wooden staircase to the second level she spotted two beds in two small rooms, with a bathroom connecting the middle. The entire cabin was both practical and beautiful. With a pang of guilt, Jo realized that upon hearing ‘cabin’, she’d expected a rundown rickety dump with bearskin rugs, shot gun displays, and singing bass on the mantle. She hadn’t expected anything like this!

“What do you think?” Nick’s voice echoed through the cabin and curled around her like the softest scarf, beckoning her back downstairs to greet him. His eyes flared as he watched her stunned expression, her eyes filled with surprise.

“This is absolutely beautiful!” She passed a glance over him with a light air of suspicion. “Are you sure you meant to let me stay here for free?”

Nick tucked his hands into his pockets and managed to look a little bashful. “Like I said, it’s on the house. I’m just glad you like it.”

“I love it,” Jo admitted, eyes gleaming. Since when had her life gotten so lucky?

Nick chuckled, hiding his eyes as he turned back toward the front door. “Anyway, your bags are at the door, and with that, my work here is done.” He tossed her a smile. “I’m going to head straight back to the shop to help Tom get started on what we can do with your car.” He glanced away a moment before looking back. “Afterwards, I was wondering if maybe you’d like some dinner later? I mean, yeah the refrigerator has a few things…but hardly a meal. There’s this fantastic Chinese takeout in town… if you want.”

Jo could see him inconspicuously gnawing on the inside of his lip, as though he were unsure about his suggestion. There was something darker than a dinner date flickering in his gaze, and Jo noticed with a happy shiver that it most certainly wasn’t just a hunger for Chinese food.

“I suppose so,” Jo replied, after a second of hesitation. “That would be nice.” Her inner warning lights were flashing and alarms were ringing in her ears, but she couldn’t stop herself from accepting the offer. There was an allure about him that she just couldn’t get enough of. She’d met him as the muscular stoic mirror of his brother, steeping in mystery and more than a little intimidation. Now he was evolving into something more, and she found herself wanting to spend even more time with this man.

Ignoring her worries, she watched excitedly as a wild grin crept over Nick’s face, his grey eyes flashing with a new light. As if thoroughly prepared for her agreement, he pulled out a well-worn copy of an old Chinese takeout menu and rattled off a few of the best dishes.

She smiled up at him from where she’d been glancing over the menu. “Tell you what. You know this place better than I ever will. Why don’t you choose for me?” she asked, trying for coy. “I’m sure whatever you choose will be… delicious.” Her gaze quickly swept down his body as she stepped away. That word could easily be used to describe him as well.

Jo felt the heat building up between them, and if in that moment Nick chose to throw caution to the wind and take the next step with her, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d have it in her to stop him. Suddenly, Nick gave a little shiver, and she could see some sense of responsibility come back to his eyes. He let out a small cough. “Uh, there’s wine somewhere as well,” he said, forcing himself to back away towards the door. “Make yourself right at home. I’ll be back later.” He winked before turning to depart.

“See you later.” Again, she couldn’t help but watch him walk away, his entire body rippling with unspent power. The door closed behind him, and Jo imagined his confident stride down the stairs as his footsteps faded into the night. She hugged her arms close, nearly squealing with glee. She was lodged up in a cabin that was fancier than any hotel she’d seen in the last year, there was wine in a cellar somewhere with her name on it, and she had every book she could ever want to read at her fingertips. And…

“And he’s coming back tonight,” she murmured, an excited shiver running through her. This time she didn’t try to stop it.

***

“I don’t like this,” Tom grumbled as Nick shook off the cold of the night breeze. “I didn’t like it when you left with her, and that look on your face right now tells me that I have even more reason not to like it now that you’re back.”

“Would you relax?” Nick insisted, pulling on his gloves. “I told you, I have everything under control. Plus she’s human. Even Lucas knows the rules. Humans are off limits.”

“What’s one human to Lucas if he can use her to finally get rid of two alpha bears?” Tom retorted.

Nick’s body tensed at the thought. “Law is law, Tom. Besides, she’ll be gone in a few days. We just need to keep an eye out until then.”

“She’s a liability, Nick.”

Nick growled. “Hardly a liability when we haven’t seen the Northern Wind in over a month.”

“It’s because they hadn’t found a way to get to us yet!” Tom replied. “Until now. You’ve just gift-wrapped the perfect prey for them to use against us. Congratulations, brother.”

The tension built between them and Nick fought to stop the rattle of his bear’s growl from crawling up his throat. “We’ve had to fight for our own protection for as long as I can remember. This is nothing new. Lucas is nothing new. If helping out a human cause any sort of issue, we are fully capable of protecting ourselves.”

“But she shouldn’t have to!” Tom yelled, throwing up his hands in disbelief. Nick could feel the anger radiating off his brother, and it only made his own inner bear bristle in response. “Who’s there to protect her if Lucas attacks the cabin right now? How do you plan to watch her as we’re both working on her car? We can’t babysit her twenty-four seven because you decided to put her in danger.”

“She’s safest with us!” Nick yelled, nose flaring.

Tom scoffed. “Sure, whatever you say. She was safest when she was just another boring human customer.” He sighed, finally looking at his brother with honest eyes. “You haven’t been yourself since she walked into the shop, Nick. Usually you’re all grunts and groans, hardly making eye contact with customers. But with her… it’s different. I can tell. You’re making too much of an effort, even for a Good Samaritan. It makes me worry if—”

“Stop worrying,” Nick interrupted, breathing a sigh of his own. “Look, if you don’t want to deal with her, fine, but this is still the right thing to do, whether Lucas is snooping around or not.” He shrugged. “Besides I’m headed back there later tonight anyway, so, I’ll be able to check for any trace of the Northern Wind Pack easily enough.”

Tom’s head shot up. “‘Headed back’?” he repeated, brows knitting together in confusion. “See this is what I’m talking about, Ni—”

“Calm down, Tom,” Nick interrupted again. “I told her I’d treat her to some Chinese. That’s it.”

“Uh-huh,” Tom rebutted, unconvinced. “And am I able to tag along on this ‘dinner trip’ tonight?”

“You can if you want to,” Nick replied, feigning nonchalance. “You’re paying for your own food, though.”