Chapter Five
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Milly
Oh my God! There are like ten guns pointed at us. The only thing I can think to do is just hide my face so I don't have to see my own death. Oh, and I guess be thankful that I'm about to die with my nose full of the scent of this beautiful man standing in between me and certain death. God, he smells so good. I know that’s not really relevant right this second, but I can't deny that it’s where my head goes when I stand this close to him.
His hard body relaxes under my touch and makes me wonder what the hell is going on. Either this guy has the biggest balls in the world that he isn't at all afraid of having so many guns turned towards him or we might not be in so much trouble after all. I peek around his arm to see my best friend standing in a huge furry robe with a wrench in her hand.
"What the hell, Jag? You going to help or stand there pointing at us all night?"
I relax too when I hear Charlie's sarcastic quip to Jag. It’s not intruders who are making that weird noise. It's Charlie and another guy working on the generator.
"The power went out about an hour ago. Rani woke me up freezing so we came down here to see if we could fix anything."
"Doesn't this house have a generator that should have kicked on?"
"Yeah, it should have. I think the rental agency wasn't expecting snow so late in the season, so they shut it down for repairs. If I can find a way to turn it back on that would be awesome."
Jag turns back to me and runs his hands up and down my arms. Even through the sweater, I can feel how warm they are. "Go stand with Rani. I'm going to try to help."
I nod for him and walk closer to Rani as the three men start banging around and looking for the switch for the generator.
"You two look pretty cozy. Are you wearing one of his sweaters?"
My cheeks turn pink at Rani's question.
"It's not like that." Rani gives me a knowing smile but doesn't say anything else. "It's not. He just didn't want me to be cold, that's all."
"Is that why he almost strangled Andy Ayers to death when he was talking about your boobs?"
"What?" I knew something was going on when Jag pushed the other guy up against the car, but I couldn't tell what caused it or how violent things got apparently. By that time, I was being dragged into the house by Rumer so we would get a good room together and didn't have a lot of time to think about anything else.
My heart sinks at the implications of what Rani just said. I think I've been put in the sister zone by Hot Cop. It makes so much sense now. Him wanting to offer his room to me since Mark took mine, offering to take me up here when Charlie and Rani couldn't - its all because he thinks of me as a little sister. Being sister-zoned is worse than being put in the friend zone. Friends to lovers happen all the time, once you've been identified as a sister you never recover.
I try to make sure my face doesn't show the utter disappointment that this discovery causes. I guess it's sweet even if the thought makes me really depressed. It's swiftly followed by the sickening realization that he might try to hook up with one of the girls here. Hell, Tinsley's all but throwing her panties at his head. I don't think he'll take her up on anything but that doesn't mean he wouldn't take one of the other girls up on an offer. Isn't that what most of the guys are thinking this weekend will be - one giant opportunity to hook up with some of Rani's friends?
There's a loud woosh sound before all the men stand up and slap each other on the back. I guess they got the generator fixed. Rani rushes forward to hug and kiss on Charlie and I'm left standing around with the other men feeling awkward. "We should get back upstairs."
Like before I just give him a nod. He takes my hand and all five of us make our way back up. Once we're back in the room Jag goes for the fireplace and starts working on making a fire for us.
"It's going to take a while for it to warm up." I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him to turn around so I can give him a nod to show him I understand. Why is it so hot when a man can do things like start fires and fix things? I didn't really think I had a fetish for shit like that but seeing Jag knelt down laying the wood in just the right formation is hot as fuck. I think he might have also been the reason the generator started working too. It didn't until we came down. I could be biased though.
"We should sleep together until it warms up?"
"What?!"
"We should share the bed. You know, until it heats up in here."
I'm well aware my mouth is open. There's nothing I can really do about it. I'm in shock. He turns back to me and before I can think of anything to say about his suggestion he's pulling a blanket off the other bed.
"C'mon." He takes me by the arm to help me stand before he's throwing the comforter over the top of the bed. He pulls the rest of the sheets back and waits for me to crawl in.
"Um...okay." I move closer and try to figure out how to crawl in without putting my ass in the air. "Oh, your sweater...here." I yank it off and hand it back to him, hoping beyond hope that he'll turn around to put it away or fling it on the other bed or do something.
I'm lucky. He turns and I make a quick leap and pull the covers up. In just seconds he's sliding in beside of me.
"It'll just take a little while."
"Okay."
For the next few hours I have to find a way to be okay that I'm in a bed with the hottest man I've ever been around and who sees me as nothing more than a sister. God, please don't let me do something embarrassing. It's already bad enough I don't need to give him another reason to push me even further away from him.