Snowed in with the Cowboy – Alpha Mountain Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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“Hello, sister dear,” I answer my vibrating phone that’s lying next to my pillow. Lennon would yell at me until she was as red as a tomato. She’d tell me there’s a chance of getting the “c” word and to be more careful. Except that’s exactly what I was doing in case I needed to call for a rescue or to move in the heat of the moment.

“Hi, there, and aren’t you chipper this morning,” Lennie replies. She’s right. A solid night of sleep really helped relax me. My shoulders are no longer to my ears, and my muscles aren’t in a tight clench at the moment.

“I am, though yesterday was rough, rougher than I care to admit, but this way, I can head to Colorado, spend a few days before I continue to Wyoming.” I hit the speakerphone button, needing to stretch, which is already hard in the small area where my bed is located. I hop down and land on my feet, then go through a few of my daily routine stretches.

“That’s why I didn’t call or text very much. I saw where you were and checked the weather. Thank God you’re okay.” Lennon is in a constant state of worry when it comes to me. There’s a good reason for that. We’re the last family we have. She’s been through it all, so much, and even when I text her when I’m on the road and when I’m tucked in for the night, Lennie still hasn’t cut the proverbial apron strings; you’ll never see me calling her out on it, though.

“Well, that wasn’t even the worst of it. I forgot to screw the fuel cap back on, so the van threw a code.” She lets out a hearty laugh. I join her. There’s no way not to after the fact. “How many times have you reminded me what will happen? I even did this to your car not long ago.” We can laugh now, but when I came home in a tizzy after borrowing her car, neither of us so much as smiled. Lennon, the independent penny pincher, took matters into her own hands. She fine-tooth combed the car until she had an ah-ha moment.

“Some things will never change. Gosh, I love you, Minnie. Never change.” I snort. There’s no way I’ll be able to. What you see is what you get—the good, the bad, and the ugly. Though, the only time I feel ugly on the outside is when I’m bawling over those commercials that show animals in need of help. Yep, those get me down to my gut and have me leaking tears, chest heaving, ready to give them my whole paycheck. Lennon witnessed it start to happen one day and immediately turned the television off, told me there was no way I’d be donating my bank account, and encouraged me to volunteer instead. Which is what I do on my days off now: walking the dogs, petting the cats, and cleaning up whatever I can to help. It’s the perfect solution since my then rental house wouldn’t let me adopt a pet. My next place is definitely going to have a different policy.

“You either, yeah,” I state more than ask. “Speaking of, are you doing okay?” We’ve yet to have an in-depth conversation since I’ve been on the road, and with her going through all kinds of rollercoasters of emotions, she has to be spinning.

“I’m not changing, obviously.” I can imagine Lennie rolling her eyes and blowing her bangs out of her face.

“You can’t make people be decent human beings.” She gets really quiet on the other end of the line. I can read the room very well. When she’s like this, there’s no getting anything out of her.

“Yeah,” she agrees. “Alright, I’m sure you have miles to travel, and I’ve got a job to get to. Please send me all the mountain and snow pictures. Oh, pictures of yourself, too. Those would be great, please and thank you.”

“I’ll try, but don’t hold your breath.” I grab my small toiletry bag that holds my toothbrush, toothpaste, and skin routine. Mainly facewash, moisturizer, and sunscreen.

“Try harder.” Lennie’s mom voice comes out.

“Taking selfies is weird when you’re in a tourist type place and you’re by yourself. The last thing I want to do is ask some stranger to take a picture of me.” I mean, when I’m alone, no problem, but I’m not the type to take a hundred pictures of myself or video while I’m talking into the phone.

“Alright, alright. I get it. I love you.”

“I love you. I’ll call tonight. We’ll FaceTime, so you can see everything,” I offer, knowing she’d have done anything to fly out for at least a couple of days with me. Her stupid boss. I swear one day, she’ll up and leave, but until then, this is the hand she’s dealt.


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