His Forever Family(35)

"Can't answer that. Can you?" Dane said, breaking into her thoughts.  "Maybe that will give you something to think about twelve days from now  when you put your John Hancock on the divorce papers. Now if you'll  excuse me, I have something to do," he said, walking around her toward  the bedroom.

"Wait. You never said why you're here!"

He stopped. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers of heat through her  entire body. And it didn't help matters that he was wearing jeans and a  dark brown leather bomber jacket that made him look sexy as hell...as  usual. "I was here a couple of weekends ago and left something behind. I  came to get it."                       
       
           



       

"Were you alone?" The words rushed out before she could hold them back  and immediately she wanted to smack herself. The last thing she wanted  was for him to think she cared...even if she did.

He hooked his thumbs in his jeans and continued to hold her gaze. "Would it matter to you if I weren't?"

She couldn't look at him, certain he would see her lie when she  replied, "No, it wouldn't matter. What you do is none of my business."

"That's what I thought." And then he walked off toward the bedroom and closed the door.

Sienna frowned. That was another thing she didn't like about Dane. He  never stayed around to finish one of their arguments. Thanks to her  parents she was a pro at it, but Dane would always walk away after  giving some smart parting remark that only made her that much more  angry. He didn't know how to fight fair. He didn't know how to fight at  all. He'd come from a family too dignified for such nonsense.

Moving toward the kitchen to see if there was anything of hers in there, Sienna happened to glance out the window.

"Oh, my God," she said, rushing over to the window. It was snowing  already. No, it wasn't just snowing... There was a full-scale blizzard  going on outside. What happened to the seventy-two-hour warning?

She heard Dane when he came out of the bedroom. He looked beyond her  and out the window, uttering one hell of a curse word before quickly  walking to the door, slinging it open and stepping outside.

In just that short period of time, everything was beginning to turn  white. The last time they'd had a sudden snowstorm such as this had been  a few years ago. It had been so bad the media had nicknamed it the  "Beast from the East."

It seemed the Beast was back and it had turned downright spiteful. Not  only was it acting ugly outside, it had placed Sienna in one hell of a  predicament. She was stranded in a cabin in the Smoky Mountains with her  soon-to-be ex. Things couldn't get any more bizarre than that.





Chapter 4

Moments later, when Dane stepped back into the cabin, slamming the door  behind him, Sienna could tell he was so mad he could barely breathe.

"What's wrong, Dane? You being forced to cancel a date tonight?" she  asked snidely. A part of her was still upset at the thought that he  might have brought someone here a couple of weekends ago when they  weren't officially divorced yet. The mere fact they had been separated  for six months didn't count. She hadn't gone out with anyone. Indulging  in a relationship with another man hadn't even crossed her mind.

He took a step toward her and she refused to back up. She was  determined to maintain her ground and her composure, although the  intense look in his eyes was causing crazy things to happen to her body,  like it normally did whenever they were alone for any period of time.  There may have been a number of things wrong with their marriage, but  lack of sexual chemistry had never been one of them.

"Do you know what this means?" he asked, his voice shaking in anger.

She tilted her head to one side. "Other than I'm being forced to remain  here with you for a couple of hours, no, I don't know what it means."

She saw his hands ball into fists at his sides and knew he was probably  fighting the urge to strangle her. "We're not talking about hours,  Sienna. Try days. Haven't you been listening to the weather reports?"

She glared at him. "Haven't you? I'm not here by myself."

"Yes, but I thought I could come up here and in ten minutes max get  what I came for, and leave before the bad weather kicked in."

Sienna regretted that she hadn't been listening to the weather reports,  at least not in detail. She'd known that a snowstorm was headed toward  the mountains within seventy-two hours, which was why she'd thought,  like Dane, that she had time to rush and get in and out before the nasty  weather hit. Anything other than that, she was clueless. And what was  he saying about them being up here for days instead of hours? "Yes, I  did listen to the weather reports, but evidently I missed something."

He shook his head. "Evidently you missed a lot, if you think this storm  is going to blow over in a couple of hours. According to forecasters,  what you see isn't the worst of it, and because of that unusual cold  front hovering about in the east, it may last for days."

She swallowed deeply. The thought of spending days alone in a cabin  with Dane didn't sit well with her. "How many days are we talking  about?"

"Try three or four."

She didn't want to try any at all, and as she continued to gaze into  his eyes she saw a look of worry replace the anger in their dark depths.  Then she knew what had him upset.                       
       
           



       

"Do we have enough food and supplies up here to hold us for three or  four days?" she asked, as she began to nervously gnaw on her lower lip.  The magnitude of the situation they were in was slowly dawning on her,  and when he didn't answer immediately she knew they were in trouble.





Chapter 5

Dane saw the panic that suddenly lined Sienna's face. He wished he  could say he didn't give a damn, but there was no way that he could.  This woman would always matter to him whether she was married to him or  not. From the moment he had walked into his father's study that day and  their gazes had connected, he had known then, as miraculous at it had  seemed, and without a word spoken between them, that he was meant to  love her. And for a while he had convinced her of that, but not anymore.  Evidently, at some point during their marriage, she began believing  otherwise.

"Dane?"

He rubbed his hand down his face, trying to get his thoughts together.  Given the situation they were in, he knew honesty was foremost. But then  he'd always been honest with her, however, he doubted she could say the  same for herself. "To answer your question, Sienna, I'm not sure.  Usually I keep the place well stocked of everything, but like I said  earlier, I was here a couple of weekends ago, and I used a lot of the  supplies then."

He refused to tell her that in a way it had been her fault. Receiving  those divorce papers had driven him here, to wallow in self-pity, vent  out his anger and drink his pain away with a bottle of Johnny Walker  Red. "I guess we need to go check things out," he said, trying not to  get as worried as she was beginning to look.

He followed her into the kitchen, trying not to watch the sway of her  hips as she walked in front of him. The hot, familiar sight of her in a  pair of jeans and pullover sweater had him cursing under his breath and  summoning up a quick remedy for the situation he found himself in. The  thought of being stranded for any amount of time with Sienna wasn't  good.

He stopped walking when she flung open the refrigerator. His six-pack  of beer was still there, but little else. But then he wasn't studying  the contents of the refrigerator as much as he was studying her. She was  bent over, looking inside, but all he could think of was another time  he had walked into this kitchen and found her in that same position, and  wearing nothing more than his T-shirt that had barely covered her  bottom. It hadn't taken much for him to go into a crazed fit of lust and  quickly remove his pajama bottoms and take her right then and there,  against the refrigerator, giving them both the orgasm of a lifetime.

"Thank goodness there are some eggs in here," she said, intruding on  his heated thoughts down memory lane. "About half a dozen. And there's a  loaf of bread that looks edible. There's some kind of meat in the  freezer, but I'm not sure what it is, though. Looks like chicken."

She turned around and her pouty mouth tempted him to kiss it, devour it  and make her moan. He watched her sigh deeply and then she gave him a  not-so-hopeful gaze and said, "Our rations don't look good, Dane. What  are we going to do?"





Chapter 6

Sienna's breath caught when the corners of Dane's mouth tilted in an  irresistible smile. She'd seen the look before. She knew that smile and  she also recognized that bulge pressing against his zipper. She frowned.  "Don't even think it, Dane."