Needed: One Convenient Husband(34)

"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."

He leaned back against the kitchen counter. Hell, he wanted to do more  than think it, he wanted to do it. But, of course, he would pretend he  hadn't a clue as to what she was talking about. "What?"

Her frown deepened. "And don't act all innocent with me. I know what you were thinking."

A smile tugged deeper at Dane's lips knowing she probably did. There  were some things a man couldn't hide and a rock-solid hard-on was one of  them. He decided not to waste his time and hers pretending the  chemistry between them was dead when they both knew it was still very  much alive. "Don't ask me to apologize. It's not my fault you have so  much sex appeal and my desire for you is automatic, even when we're  headed for divorce court."                       
       
           



       

Dane saying the word divorce was a stark reminder that their life  together, as they once knew it, would be over in twelve days. "Let's get  back to important matters, Dane, like our survival. On a positive note,  we might be able to make due if we cut back on meals, which may be hard  for you with your ferocious appetite."

A wicked sounding chuckle poured from his throat. "Which one?"

Sienna swallowed as her pulse pounded in response to Dane's question.  She was quickly reminded, although she wished there was some way she  could forget, that her husband...or soon-to-be ex...did have two  appetites. One was of a gastric nature and the other purely sexual.  Thoughts of the purely sexual one had intense heat radiating all through  her. Dane had devoured every inch of her body in ways she didn't even  want to think about. Especially now.

She placed her hands on her hips knowing he was baiting her; really  doing a hell of a lot more than that. He was stirring up feelings inside  her that were making it hard for her to think straight. "Get serious,  Dane."

"I am." He then came to stand in front of her. "Did you bring anything with you?"

She lifted a brow. "Anything like what?"

"Stuff to snack on. You're good for that. How you do it without gaining a pound is beyond me."

She shrugged, refusing to tell him that she used to work it off with  all those in-bed, out-of-bed exercises they used to do. If he hadn't  noticed then she wouldn't tell him that in six months without him in her  bed, she had gained five pounds. "I might have a candy bar or two in  the car."

He smiled. "That's all?"

She rolled her eyes upward. "Okay, okay, I might have a couple of bags  of chips, too." She decided not to mention the three boxes of Girl Scout  cookies that had been purchased that morning from a little girl  standing in front of a grocery store.

"I hadn't planned to spend the night here, Dane. I had merely thought I could quickly pack things and leave."

He nodded. "Okay, I'll get the snacks from your car while I'm outside  checking on some wood we'll need for the fire. The power is still on,  but I can't see that lasting too much longer. I wished I would have  gotten that generator fixed."

Her eyes widened in alarm. "You didn't?"

"No. So you might want to go around and gather up all the candles you  can. And there should be a box of matches in one of these drawers."

"Okay."

Dane turned to leave. He then turned back around. She was nibbling on  her bottom lip as he assumed she would be. "And stop worrying. We're  going to make it."

When he walked out the room, Sienna leaned back against the closed  refrigerator, thinking those were the exact words he'd said to her three  years ago when he had asked her to marry him. Now she was worried  because they didn't have a proved track record.