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something, we track their asses down to introduce ourselves. Up close and personal.”
    Goldie stared back at the big one speaking. He could crush her with his arms no doubt but she had just showered and he kept sniffing as if she smelled bad. It was kinda pissing her off. Forgetting she was in their house illegally, wearing a bathrobe, she stood her ground.
    “Well, I wasn’t planning on stealing shit,” she muttered and got right back into his face. “If you didn’t notice, it was raining cats and damn dogs out there. I was wet. I was cold. This place was empty so deal with it, big boy. You have a guest even if it is unexpected so get over yourself.”
    When Arkadios growled, Mahon put a hand on his shoulder, “And you are a lovely guest. We were not accusing you of anything,” he smacked Arkadios when he growled again. “But he is right, means you’re not from around here. Which means you have a story to tell,” he smiled. “So tell.”
    “Like I told you upstairs, I really wanted to come to the forest.” She began, “You see I don’t drive except for when it is a necessity. I get panic attacks when I’m behind the wheel of a car so I figure it’s better that way.” The inability to control the other drivers was what made her go bat-shit crazy and panic. “A friend of mine from work said he and some friends were coming camping overnight and invited me. I figured there would be no issues. Boy was I wrong,” she mumbled. “Assholes brought me to be their fucking amusement—literally, so I told them to fuck off. I told them I would rather be mauled by fucking bears than stay and be their plaything.”
    Torben snorted and beer shot out of his nose before he started choking and coughing all at the same time.
    “Well there are only a few bears in these woods, so as long as you don’t poke them they won’t eat you,” Mahon said with a sneaky looking grin.
    Ark inhaled deep and then grunted, “Steaks should be done,” and headed out the back door to the patio.
    “And that is our cue to go out and pull up a chair,” Mahon said, moving to pound Torben on the back. “Geez man, pull in some air. You’re starting to look a little pasty and blue all at the same time, seriously not your color.”
    Goldie snorted and shook her head, “Are you brothers or something? With the easy way that you tease, I would think you were either brothers, very best of friends, or lovers.” She hoped that it wasn’t the last one because they were seriously damn hot, and she wouldn’t mind being stuck with them for a day or five. She was worried about that pick girly room. “And do you think I will be able to use your phone? My cell has crappy reception out here, and I really do need to call for a cab sometime soon.”
    “There are no cabs out here,” Torben said once he managed to pull air into his lungs. “And the closest cell tower is nearly six miles from here thus the spotty if not nonexistent service. We’re best friends and partners in business. This,” he waved a hand at the house while Mahon grabbed the corn and left them alone, “was one of our projects, a personal one. We bought the land once we had the money, and then broke ground and started to build it between jobs, on weekends, and in the dead of the night. Pretty much any chance we had we were out here putting it together. Phone’s on the wall there,” he pointed past her shoulder, “if you want to call someone else to come out and get you. Or we can give you a lift into town in the morning when we head in for our meetings and such.”
    “The morning would be fine, if you guys don’t mind that is?” Goldie asked quietly. A little embarrassed that she didn't have any close friends to call or any family left, being alone in the world sucked. And even with the hot men being so nice, she really hoped she wasn't setting herself up for the same situation as with Barrett and the rest of the jerks. “If you do, I can make a call but I would really