“It’s not an imposition. You can meet everyone, and I need to give you the cell phone when you’re there. We won’t keep you out too long, I promise.” Silas motioned her toward the bedroom door.

Left with no choice other than acting like an ungrateful bitch, Alanna left the room and made her way out of the trailer. Only when they were retracing their steps to Silas’ house did it dawn on her that she had given in to him again. She nearly stumbled over a protruding tree root when her subconsciousness warned her that Silas might be coming across as laidback and understanding while in reality, he was more of an iron fist in a velvet glove.

“Careful,” Silas warned.

“I will …” Righting herself, Alanna saw the outbuilding where Silas had told her his brothers worked. About to take another step forward, she was lowering her eyes back to the ground when the door of the building opened and two men came outside.

Mesmerized, Alanna forgot how to walk, freezing in place. Both men were striking to look at. It was hard not to stare when neither man wore a shirt. Faded jeans lovingly hugging their hips had her eyes jerk upward at the wayward thoughts materializing from her starved libido.

Alanna had never been the type of woman who was attracted to men with bulging muscles or rock-hard abs. Those were the ones she shied away from the most because of Owen.

She was still congratulating herself for giving the first one out the door only a brief once-over when her eyes went to the man behind him and clung like someone who had become lost in a parched desert and was dying of thirst.

He had to be a mirage. There was no man who had a face like a Greek god and was gifted with a body to match who would willingly live on a mountain, surrounded by trees instead of lying on a beach, surrounded by a variety of buxom beauties catering to his every want and need.

Locking her knees to keep from falling over flat on her face, Alanna looked up at the bright sky overhead, trying to restore the balance that had just been knocked out of her. Taking a steadying breath, she said a silent prayer in her head that her tongue would become unglued from the roof of her mouth.

Please don’t let me make a fool of myself, she added before ending the prayer.

Maybe he was just a mirage … Lowering her eyes back down from the sky, Alanna felt as if she had just been captured in a golden butterfly net. She was trapped by his gaze when a shadowy flashback had her reeling backward a step.

She was standing face to face with the man who had stood outside her cell door three days ago, and she had willingly let herself be brought right to his doorstep.

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven