Page 35 of Searching for her Heart
“Sugar, are you daydreaming again?”
“Oh, sorry, what did you say?”
He sighs, dropping his hands as he comes back to stand in front of me.
“I said I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. But you just gave me a lot of information that was kind of…”
“Crazy?” I finish for him.
“Is all of that true?”
I nod my head. “Yep. Pretty much.”
He drops his hands as he paces in front of me again, rubbing his fingers through his clean-shaven jaw. “Let me get this straight. You came here from another… realm. Only a couple of days ago. You somehow found yourself on a snowy mountain top, then got trapped inside of it.” He looks at me and I nod. “Before finding your way out just to fall down the side of the mountain and get chased down by a caledon? Did I forget anything?”
“Ummm…” I say nervously, looking anywhere but at him.
“Come on, Sugar, tell me.”
“Well, when I first arrived, I was in the mating hunt before I snuck off and hitched a ride on the back of a… a… a skyreacher. It was the skyreacher that dropped us on the mountain.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, before turning to me again.
“And these husbands of yours came with you from the other world? How many of them are there?”
“Oh, no, we’re not married yet. We actually just got engagedlast night,” I say excitedly, rolling my weight between my toes and my heels.
“And I met Ryker when he saved me from taking off on the skyreacher alone by throwing himself on with me. He was dumped on the mountain with me. And then we met Braxton when he saved us from a giant saber-toothed snow tiger thing.”
“Wait—” He holds out a hand to me and closes his eyes for a second.
“You only have two mates?” I nod.
“And they’re not brothers?” I shake my head.
“And you just met them two days ago?”
“Yeeeeeeees,” I answer slowly, not sure where he’s going with this questioning.
He steps up right in front of me before leaning forward so his head is level with mine. His eyes dart back and forth between mine as he frowns, whispering, “Whoareyou?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
INDY
“I’m Penny, nice to meet you,” the strange red-haired woman tells me, looking flustered. Why was she reacting to me like that? I had to be at least ten years older than her. “This is the part where you tell me your name, cowboy,” she whispers.
“Cowboy?” I shake my head. “No, my name is Indy.” I say, standing back up to my full six foot three height. This woman is so tiny compared to me.
Her eyes light up like I’ve given her something amazing.
“Your name is Indy? Like Indiana? Do you have a whip?”
“No, just Indy. And no, no whip, I don’t like using them on my horses.”
“You know… you do kinda look like him,” she says as she studies my face. Like who? Has she met my brother?
“Who?” I ask to be sure.
