Page 21 of Broken By the Blizzard

Using my good arm, I pull it closed as I smile at him, my body shaking from the cold. “Thank you.”

He nods, not looking too pleased as he puts the car in drive and quickly gets us back on the road.

“Do you live far?” I ask, trying to make small talk.

“Ten minutes.”

I take the opportunity to study his face. It’s strange how similar to Sawyer he is, but with the beard, the shorter styled hair, and the grumpy demeanor, there is no mistaking the two of them.

They are both gorgeous as hell, but neither of them is my type. Nope, not at all. They definitely didn’t grow them like this in Chicago. Did they say they were triplets? I try to picture what the third one could be like. All the guys I’ve dated tend to have much less muscles than these two and were closer to my own height.

It doesn’t matter, though; these two are way too good-looking. They’re probably players, and I’ve dated enough men like that to last me a lifetime.

Chicago isn’t short on available men; it’s short on quality men. I’m no stranger to dating. I’ve even had a six-month-long relationship. But none of them ever lasted, and if I’m honest with myself, I knew from an early stage that it would never work out. I saw traits of my family in everyone, that’s partly why I wanted to leave. I was tired of everyone trying to claw their way to the top, to have the nicest car, to get the most prestigious job. I just wanted to live life and have fun doing it. I saw no value in status symbols like everyone else seems to.

Overall, dating has been complicated and exhausting. It’s why I’ve been single for the past year, not even choosing to hook up with anyone. I’m not really into emotionless encounters, and who needs men when you could have your own collection of vibrators? I’ve never met a man who could give me as good an orgasm as my favorite toy could. And that includes that time on New Year’s three years ago when I’d spent the night with a set of twins. That might have been the best sexual experience I’ve ever had, but it still didn’t hold a candle to what I could accomplish on my own.

The car comes to a stop, and I realize we’re parked in a driveway. I look out the window, and my eyebrows raise in surprise when I take in the place.

“You live here?” I ask as Wyatt gets out of the car. It looks like a modern log cabin. The whole place is made of giant logs, and it has a huge wrap-around porch.

“Yes,” he says after opening my door.

He leans over and undoes my seatbelt, then starts to pick me up.

“What are you doing!?” I cry as my arms fly around his neck for support.

“Were you planning to walk through the snow?” he asks, an eyebrow raised in question.

I glance around and see a decent amount of snow covering everything. “I guess not.”

He shuts my door with his hip and walks toward the front door. He carries me up the steps like I weigh nothing. I’ve never dated anyone with so many muscles before, and I feel embarrassed to admit to myself that I’m kind of digging it.

I shake my head, reminding myself that he’s not my type. He’s way too hot and domineering for me. This alpha stuff does nothing for me. Nope, I’m not even slightly turned on as he carries me into his home.

I forget what I was thinking about as he steps inside. The place is gorgeous, with a large open concept consisting of a kitchen, a large dining table, and a large living room along the back, where the entire wall is made up of giant windows.

“Whoa, this is beautiful,” I whisper as I take it all in.