Roped By The Bear
By Meredith Clarke
Published By Laurelis Press
Copyright © 2015 Meredith Clarke
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1I tucked my scarf into my North Face, doing my best to trap the heat inside my coat. I would need it on the long ride to the hunting cabin on the other side of the property. It would take us at least three hours by way of snowmobile to arrive at the little secluded cabin in the woods. I had convinced Daddy that my two friends and I would be messing around for the next couple days; movies, girl talk, and plenty of alcohol to keep us toasty. What I hadn’t disclosed was that my two girlfriends weren’t really coming, and instead, I had invited my sort of fiancé, James. After I was accompanied to the cabin by Finn, one of our ranch hands, it would just be James Courtwright and me for the next blissful seventy-two hours.
James’s father owned a ranch much like my own, and his pockets were overflowing with money. It was true we had grown up living similar lifestyles, and I hoped that spending some quality time together would really solidify our upcoming nuptials. If you think that arranged marriages aren’t happening in the United States these days, you know nothing of the ranches of Colorado. All wealthy landowners with daughters find another wealthy landowner with a son to whisk her away, preferably on bareback, into the sunset. That is unless you are my father, who thinks a winter wedding between myself and James would be more appropriate. I think his reasoning is that you’d be crazy to take your clothes off in this type of frigid weather, and let’s be serious, he doesn’t want to think about his daughter in that way.
I put my hands in my gloves, wiggling my fingers to make sure they were fully in before going outside. I looked out the window one last time, a small chill going through my body. It really was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and created a gleam on the newly fallen snow. I could see across the ranch pretty far, looking out over an acre, and into the mountainside. There, my visual ended, meeting the roughness of the trees. They seemed foreboding, but I shook the feeling off, as it was such a perfect winter day.
I called out to Marge, our cook, with my hand on the doorknob. “See you in a few days!”
I saw her smiling face pop around the corner of our massive kitchen, wiping her hands on the dishcloth. “You have a good time dear. But Allie, be careful. My knee is tellin’ me a storm is coming.”
She rubbed her left knee gingerly. It’s her indicator. Marge is always predicting the weather, and to her credit, she’s usually right. But I felt invincible. It seemed unlikely anything could go wrong on such a well-planned outing. Besides I would hardly ever be alone.
“I gotcha. See ya!” I smiled at her, before allowing the blistering cold to touch my cheeks as I left the comfort of my home.
The snow felt soft underneath my boots as I made my way across the open land to the barns. They house our cattle and horses, but also all of my father’s big toys, including the snowmobiles. He had moved most of the equipment to the outer buildings last year after he purchased another car. His toys could no longer fit in the six car garage that we owned. The machinery was a bit excessive, true, but I appreciated them being out in the barn as I could go out more often to visit the horses under the guise of checking on the ranch hands. Daddy didn’t like his toys bothered. As I approached the back of the stable, I could hear a few horses neighing in the distance. They didn’t appreciate being cooped up like this, but with the snow last night, my father was afraid that some of the yearlings would freeze. The yearlings were wild and mischievous and they valued their freedom over anything else, probably even their lives. Being in the stables made them restless and uncomfortable. Sometimes, I felt just like them.
I stomped the snow off my boots, and closed the door behind me, feeling the warmth of the heated barn take the sting out of my skin. I walked through the office, and found George, the head of our household, making small talk with Finn, one of the newest additions to our staff. I was slightly on edge that he was the one taking me out to the hunting cabin, but I knew that George was too old to make the trip, though he would never admit it.
I had been watching Finn for the two months he had been working with us. I hated to admit it, but a small crush had formed. Finn was tall and robust and filled out our ranch uniform easily. I could tell he had done manual labor most of his life by the state of his muscular build. Whenever we had encountered one another on the property, he would always tip his hat, and say “Good morning,” or “Good afternoon,” but he never extended the conversation. Sometimes conversation doesn’t matter, though.
Occasionally, I would catch him stealing glances at me while he was working. Once, when I was brushing down a horse, he stood by the stall, placing feed in one of the buckets for an extremely long time, and admittedly, I had taken some extra time to brush the horse as well, giving him a nice glimpse of my ass in my riding pants. Finn was gorgeous with gray eyes and shaggy brown hair, but he was completely off-limits. Finn was a bear.
Bear shifters, and other kinds, had been coming out of the woodwork for about ten years. There was even a Cabinet member that was a shifter. They said it was some time of natural evolution, but I didn’t really care. People who turned into animal at will were interesting and many thought they were terrifying. People are always afraid of what they don’t know. I hadn’t encountered many shifters living on the ranch, our town was mostly human. But Finn wasn’t from the area. He was something totally different. Something new, fresh… enticing. But humans and shifters weren’t meant to mingle. At least that’s what Daddy said.
“Ahh, Miss.” George tipped his head slowly in my direction shaking me out of my own head, “Finn here was just finishing up with the snowmobile. It appears that one of them is not working. I’m afraid you’ll have to ride together.”
I rolled my eyes. I was already annoyed that I had to have a chaperone, but now I had to hug onto Finn the Hunk for next three hours in the freezing cold. It was going to be aggravatingly difficult to hide my little crush now. “George, why don’t I just go alone?”
“Your father has highly discouraged you from riding by yourself, Miss. And you know I have to agree. These woods can be dangerous at this time of year. You never know what you’ll come across.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. I would’ve fought harder with George over this issue, but I knew he wouldn’t disobey my father, even though sometimes I felt like George was more of a father than mine really was. George and Marge had come into our lives when my mother got sick. I was around six at the time. And, when she passed away only two years later, they became like surrogate parents. My father locked himself in his office for over a year, working on building up the ranch. He had been wildly successful and we were rich, but with money, not with love. Not to say that my father didn’t love me, because I knew in his own way he did. It was just difficult for him to show it.
George on the other hand had always been there, cheering me on as a child and supportin
g me, as I became an adult. In his eyes, I was still “Little Miss,” his princess. Marge had kept me fed and warm, and cleaned my boo-boos as a child. I still felt the need to say goodbye to her every time I left the house, even if it was just to go for a ride on one of the horses. They took care of me and my father provided for me, I was lucky.
“Fine,” I finally agreed. Finn looked up from his work, his gray eyes meeting mine under his chocolate bangs, a smudge of grease underneath his chin. When our eyes met, there was a magnetism there that neither of us could deny. I could stare into those gray pools for hours, and that worried me.
Why did I think Finn was so dreamy when I was on my way to see James?
George broke into my concentration. “The cabin should be prepared for you Miss. We sent a worker there yesterday to stock the cabin for the next few days. Now, remember your cell phone won’t work out there, but there is the landline. The electric should keep the place nice and toasty for you and your companions. Is there anything you’ll be needing for your journey?”
“No George, thank you. Finn, are you ready to go?”
“Just about. I need to get my pack, Miss.”
I squinted my eyes at him in confusion; there was no need for him to bring a bag. He’d be back before nightfall, my father made sure that we would be leaving early enough for that. After he turned his back to me, and was just out of earshot, George said, “He likes to be prepared, you know, for survival. He knows the dangers of the wild, perhaps better than any of us.” Concern crossed his face for only a moment.
“George,” I said, putting my hand on his arm. “We’ll be fine. It’s really not that far. I wish you and Daddy wouldn’t worry. Besides, you’re right Finn can handle himself.”
“Can’t help it, Miss,” he said as he smiled, covering my hand with his own. “I will always worry about ya.”
“I know,” I said, returning his gesture. He kissed me softly on the cheek before walking away. Finn rushed past him, and climbed on the snowmobile. He strapped his pack on the machine next to my luggage, and then looked back at me and said, “You ready?”
I nodded and jumped on, wrapping my arms around his tight chest. Even through the layers of our coats, I could feel his strong torso muscles rippling as he turned on the snowmobile. George opened up the door and, within seconds, we were flying through the snow. It didn’t take long for my cheeks to start to sting from the biting cold, but the heat that was radiating from the body in front of me blocked some of the wind. After a while of flying past trees and riding through the beautiful glistening white, I snuggled my face down into the back of his jacket in order to keep my skin from becoming raw. He smelled like the woods, a piney scent that was hard for me to not be attracted to. I had always been in love with the outdoors, and as Finn careened around rocks and other obstacles, I felt like he was in his natural territory. He knew these woods well, which surprised me considering he had only been with us for a short time and all of this was our property. But then what George had said rang in my ears. What had he meant about knowing the woods, about being prepared for survival? I knew enough of how to get a fire going, and even to skin a rabbit or a squirrel if I needed to eat out here, but it was never something I would have to do. Was it something he had done? Had he needed to in order to survive? I shook my head trying to release the thoughts of Finn out here in the cold by himself. It made me queasy just thinking about it.
After what seemed like hours, Finn stopped to take a stretch break. “We’ll get going again in a few minutes. I uhhh, struggle to be confined sometimes. I hope it’s okay.” His eyes never met mine when he spoke, almost like our moment of connection in the barn was too much for him.
“It’s fine with me,” I shrugged.
He nodded and walked off into the woods. It was only about ten feet from me, and I could still see him pulling his arms above his head and shaking out his legs. I took a moment to look at the massive trees around me. Gorgeous limbs covered in new fallen snow. I could hear the soft song of birds chirping nearby, possibly calling to their mates to return home. As I looked through the trees, I noticed it certainly wasn’t as sunny as it had been before. The foreboding feeling I had earlier in the day crept up into my mind again. Perhaps Marge had been right. A storm was brewing. I shocked myself when I realized my first thought was of Finn’s safety. I would be fine in the hunting cabin, and I would have James to keep me safe, but Finn was alone. And he would be traveling back over this same path which, later today, may be much more treacherous than it was now.
“Finn!” I called, “We should get going. I feel like the temperature’s dropping. I don’t want to get stuck out here.”
He trudged back to the snowmobile. “I’ll make sure you get there safe, don’t worry. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He met my eyes this time, and we lingered for a moment. I watched our breath rise in front of us before I turned back to the machine. What he didn’t realize was that I wasn’t worried about myself, I was worried about him.
Only another hour later, we arrived at the cabin. Finn insisted in going first to check for any disturbances. I allowed him his moment of chivalry, and waited outside, anxious for James to arrive. I took off my helmet and shook out my blonde hair, the wind whipping it close around my face. I looked around me and watched as small snowflakes started to fall. Finn waved me in, and said that the coast was clear. I crossed the snow-covered path, and entered the small cabin with one of my bags. Finn walked past me to retrieve the rest of my things, brushing my shoulder slightly, as he made his way back to the door.
“Sorry,” he said, his eyes not meeting mine.
I dipped my head down so that our eyes would reunite. “You don’t have to apologize, you know. I know an accident when I feel it.” I attempted to speak gently, almost as if I would scare him off if I had been harsh. Finn was such a mystery to me. I didn’t know him well on the ranch, but out here in the wilderness, there was something curious about him. It was like he was watching, all the time. Maybe it was his more wild nature coming to the surface.
I had gone to college and dated my fair share of boys, but I knew that after graduating, I would be moving back home to be with Daddy, George, and Marge. That was just the way things were, and I accepted it a long time ago. I went to school for business, hoping that one day, I would take over the ranch. I wanted to keep a piece of my independence. While at school, I guess you could’ve called me a serial dater, but it was only because I knew that my fate had already been determined. James and I had met in middle school, and from then on, our families had become close. When families became close in our world, that meant somehow they would be joined together eventually. Two children around the same age were pretty easy targets for an arranged marriage. We don’t call them that of course because it’s too old school, but that’s really what it is. James was a great guy, and he knew what type of person I was. He accepted the fact that I wanted to be a business owner one day, and I didn’t think he would stop me. James wasn’t necessarily interested in a trophy wife, but I did get the feeling that he liked control. His mother was extremely poised and demur, just the way his father liked her, and I was expected to act similarly. When I married James, I would lose my independence, but I would take this long weekend to convince him to allow me keep some of it.
Finn finally spoke, breaking into my private train of thought about James and I. “I just don’t want to upset you,” he said.
“Upset me?” I laughed. “Hardly. It’s more like I’m worried I’m upsetting you.”
He smiled. “Not at all, Miss. I’ll get the rest of your bags, and leave you to your weekend.”
He went back out to the snowmobile, and as I watched him, I noticed the snow was falling at a much more rapid pace. He brought back my supplies, and put everything on the dining room table for me to go through.
“Would you like me to put these things away for you?”
“No Finn, I’ve got it. Thanks.”
He nodded, and walked to the door.
I turned back to look at him when I didn’t hear the door open and close. He was staring straight at me.
“There something I can help you with, Finn?”
He looked down at his shoes and took a deep breath. “I was just really hoping that your friends would be arriving before I left. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone.”
I bit my lower lip, feeling his honest concern for my well-being. It was sweet. “I promise you, Finn. I’m fine. You go before the snow gets too deep, and you can’t get back. Thank you though, for your concern. I do appreciate it.”
He nodded and turned to leave. I felt the cold wind reach me as he shut the door, and I realized that I was entirely alone.
I began to unpack some of the food that we had brought with us, just some basics like milk and bread. We brought eggs for breakfast and champagne for late nights.
I worked diligently, unpacking the saddlebags, as I heard the snowmobile rev and take off. I looked out the window and watched Finn’s silhouette fade into the trees. I secretly wished he hadn’t left, but I didn’t want to worry about him in the weather. The snow was really picking up, and there was already an inch or more of fresh snow on top of the six inches we already had.
After unpacking some first aid supplies, and wishing that I had asked Finn to start a fire, I realized that the only way to warm up would be to take a nice hot shower. Turning on the hot water created steam in the small bathroom, so that I could hardly see myself in the mirror as I stepped into the glass box. Being alone was starting to scare me, and I hummed a tune while I washed my body, allowing the warm water to cleanse me.
I had just put on some sweatpants, and was about to blow dry my hair, when I heard a knock at the door. James is way early, I thought to myself as I crossed through the living room, and made my way to the door. When I opened it, I was shocked to see who was leaning on the doorframe. Finn was standing and shivering in the cold, covered in snow. His lips were blue and he had frost on his eyebrows.
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