Chapter 2
Harrison
Ithink I'm in love. Today was my day off from my Search And Rescue duties and I came to make sure that everything was all right in the cabin that I'm renting.
I made sure that the fridge was fully stocked, and that everything was clean and tidy and ready for her arrival. I didn't know she was gonna be so beautiful.
When she arrived in that jeep, I gave thanks for her having chosen a good, sturdy vehicle to come to the mountain. Not everybody is conscious of that, and they get into trouble really fast.
Spring has just started, and there is still a lot of rain and mudslides all over the mountain. A normal vehicle wouldn't be able to handle it, so she's safe with that jeep of hers.
I ogled her for longer than I should have, watching her get inside the house and look around and then come out to get her supplies. I should have gone and helped her, but I was frozen back here in my cabin.
The right thing to do is to help her. I'm just worried she might be spooked if she sees me, not knowing that I own the place. My little cabin back here is enough, and I am renting the big house that I built for my future family.
I saw her carrying some canvases and supplies like paints and things like that, so maybe she's an artist of some kind. That would be really interesting to see.
I'm not really sure what to do with myself right now. If I go up to her, she might be wary of me. If I stay here like a stalker, I might never hear the end of it from my friends at the park ranger station.
I go for a hike around the perimeter of the house, making sure everything is safe, no strange animals and no disturbances. I want her to be safe. I want her to be secure in the cabin.
I'm not sure why I am filled with all these protective feelings all of a sudden. She is just someone who is renting my cabin. I shouldn't be so overwhelmed by her presence here in the mountain. In my mountain.
It takes me about forty five minutes to circle around my entire property. I bought this when I was younger and I wanted to hide from the world. I still had a dream, though, to get married and have a family.
What would it be like to marry be married to an artist? To someone that's beautiful and delicate and smart? How do I know she's smart? I can just tell.
So in order to take things off my mind, or rather to take her off my mind, I decide to start chopping wood. She's gonna need some, and I am ready to provide for her.
Fuck, I'm ready to marry her. I need to calm myself down. I haven't even met her in person. Just seen her from far away. So I start chopping wood.
The pull of my muscles feels right as I bring the axe down over and over again on the wood. The pieces splinter away as I chop them, the sound making me feel at home.
I don't know how long I stand there doing the same thing over and over again, just thinking about her in my mind and making sure that my body is expending energy and just stay busy with this menial task.
Not knowing that my noise is attracting her, I just keep chopping. As sweat runs down my body, I keep working and focusing on the chopping.
My shoulders begin to hurt after a while, and then I feel a presence near me. When I look up she's there just staring at me and I can't believe how beautiful she is.
Even more beautiful than when I saw her coming out of the car. A woman like that with a man like me? I just stare back at her, and when she smiles, her face brightens up like sunshine.
I know it's wrong because I'm her landlord, but I want her in my arms and in my bed as soon as possible, and I'll do whatever I need to do to make that happen.