Mountain Man's Accidental Baby Daughter(10)

By: Lia Lee and Ella Brooke


“What will it be, honey?” she asked.

Hilda and I had fucked a couple of times. We had an arrangement, and it worked. We had both agreed we would never be more, but sometimes companionship was welcome.

“Whiskey, please. You know how I like it.”

“Oh, I do,” she said and winked at me. I laughed, and she turned to find a bottle of her best whiskey, the kind she only kept around for VIP clients and for me because I had special privileges with her. She put the glass down in front of me with ice and poured three fingers of whiskey for me.

“Rough weekend?” she asked.

I nodded, thinking about Fiona again. “About as rough as it gets.”

“Jackson said there were a lot of injuries.”

“I don’t know why they can’t seem to climb a damn hill anymore,” I said and sipped my whiskey.

We made small talk for a while, commenting on the quirky customers she had served and what I had seen. Since we dealt with people, we always had funny stories to share. There were all kinds of people that came to the lodge.

“What’s on your mind?” Hilda asked after a while.

“Who says anything is on my mind?”

“We may not be dating, honey, but I can tell when you’re lost in thought.”

I shrugged. Hilda wasn’t a bad listener when it came down to it. “I don’t know. I have a woman on my mind that I can’t seem to shake. How am I supposed to handle that?”

Hilda laughed as if what I had said was funny. She shook her head.

“Oh, Laird. You men are all the same. You seem to think that sex and love aren’t connected.”

“They aren’t,” I said. “Look at us.”

She shrugged. “It doesn’t always work that way. Sometimes, someone just wiggles their way in there, you know?”

“You sound like you’re talking from experience.”

Hilda shrugged and glanced toward a man sitting at the end of the bar with a bottle of scotch in front of him. He winked at her and Hilda blushed. I had never seen her like this. I was starting to get the picture.

“I’m glad you found someone,” Hilda said to me.

“I didn’t find someone. I was just asking.”

“For a friend?” Hilda chuckled. “That’s another thing men seem to do; deny your feelings for someone. I say go for it. If she’s stuck in your head, there’s a reason.”

I threw back the last of my whiskey and stood, putting cash on the bar for my drink.

“Thanks, Hilda,” I said. “You’re a star.”

Hilda smiled at me. “Anytime, honey. You need something you know where to find me.”

She took my empty glass and wiped the bar where I had sat before she turned away from me. Maybe it was time for me to head back to the cabin. It would be better for me if I did some manual labor. Maybe that would help me forget.

I had wood to chop and a cabin to clean out. The lodge cleaning staff didn’t trek halfway up the mountain so the few of us that lived up there were on our own.

Maybe it would be a good idea to do some laundry, too. I usually washed my sheets once a week, and they had been done on Wednesday. But if I washed them again and got rid of the scent of Fiona, maybe I would stop thinking about her.

That was it. It was her perfume that was all over my pillows that kept her in my mind. It couldn’t be anything else. As soon as I washed my sheets, everything would go back to normal. She would be like any other client that stayed at the lodge for a short while.

A client I happened to have fucked.





Chapter 7

Fiona

Friday, two weeks after my hike, I was at work when my secretary told me I had a two o’clock.

“I don’t remember having a client,” I said to Louise.

“Well, he’s coming up anyway,” she said and hung up the phone.

He? There was only one person it could be. I sighed, my stomach sinking. I hadn’t seen him in a while because he had been away, and it had been the most peaceful three weeks of my life. We had broken up, but Randy still insisted on seeing me, telling me he wanted to be friends.

I would have been able to handle our breakup a lot better if we’d made a clean break so I could move forward. I didn’t want to see the asshole ever again. But he knew where I lived, and he knew where I worked, and he was much too nice for a restraining order. Unless I moved and found a new job, I wasn’t going to get rid of him.

“How are you doing, babes?” Randy asked, walking into my office.

I sighed. “Don’t call me that. We’re not together.”

“Sorry. Fiona. Old habits die hard.”

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I want to tell you about my trip.”