Page 2 of Rescued By the Mountain Guardian
Granted, it was fun at the beginning. The reception was a lot of fun, and I caught up with family I hadn’t seen in a while, but losing my car and getting rain on? Definitely not the best way to end the night.
As I got closer to the cabin, I confirmed it wasn’t the same cabin as the wedding, but a much smaller, cozy one. The single light from the living room shone bright, casting a soft glow on the front of the house and the yard. It was clean and well kept, and a pickup truck sat alone in the driveway.
All I needed was a ride to help find my car. Then I’d be on my way back to the Inn and I could forget this even happened.
Were people in small towns friendly enough to give a ride?
Hell, if I couldn’t get a ride, were there at least Ubers around here at this time of night?
I doubted it, but I had to try. I couldn’t spend the night roughing it outdoors. Where the hell would I even go pee?
Hurrying up the driveway, I stopped in front of the door and raised my hand to knock.
Then I lowered it.
Fuck, what was I thinking? It was probably close to two am by now. I couldn’t just knock on a stranger’s door and ask for help at this hour.
I’d need to figure something else out.
As I turned to go, a loud barking noise blasted through the air and I jumped. I quickly looked around, afraid I’d find a maddog charging at me, but I saw nothing. That was until something slammed against the other side of the door, and there in the glass on the side of the door, was a very large, very loud husky with piercing blue eyes.
The dog jumped and barked, scratching at the glass.
I swallowed hard and stepped back, afraid any second the dog might rip through the door and attack me.
Slowly, step by step, I moved backwards, the dog still going crazy.
Then the porch light came on.
And the door was opening.
Yet no dog ran at me.
Instead, a large, gruff looking man stood in the doorway, taking up the entire space, his presence clearly made known. “Who are you?”
I held my hands out. “Sorry! I don’t want any trouble. I got caught in the rain and can’t find my car. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”
“You lost your car? Who loses their car?” He asked me as his crossed his arms over his wide chest. His feet took a wider stance as his dog very calmly sat next to him, a complete one hundred from his wild barking mere seconds ago.
I took a tentative step closer. “I was at a wedding.” I pointed in the general direction of where I came from, the man’s head following. “I couldn’t find my car in the dark. Next thing I know, the rain comes pouring down. I took a wrong turn and ended up here. Soaked. Ruined clothes. A dead phone with no service. If you could possibly give me a ride or let me borrow the phone, I’d be on my way.”
“So, you expect me to open the door and help out a stranger? Is that the reputation small towns give off?”
“I mean, aren’t small towns known for being friendly? Neighborly, perhaps?” I looked down at my ruined heels once more and grimaced.Ugh times a thousand.
“Yeah, but at two in the morning? Doubtful.”
The man didn’t budge.
His dog whined.
I wagged my fingers at the dog who started to go wild again but a quick snap of the man’s fingers and he was back to behaving.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s late. But maybe you can take some pity on a lost city girl who looks like a drowned rat and ruined her most expensive pair of heels?” I said as stepped in front of the door once more, directly underneath the porch light.
Being that close let me take a good look at him and I quickly realized how handsome he was. Holy shit.
He looked like a Greek god.
