The Mountain Man’s Holiday Mix Up (Mountain Man Brides For Christmas #6)

Prologue - Wayan

“Hear me out.” My younger brother, Wilder, is known for his wild ideas, and today is no different. “What if I hire you one of those fancy escorts from the city? You don’t want to die a virgin, do you?”

Hire me an escort, is he crazy? Not that I want to die a virgin, it’s the thought of having sex with someone I don’t know who’s only doing it for money that doesn’t sit well with me.

“I think you hit a nerve—that vein on his forehead is pulsing faster than I’ve ever seen it.” My older brother, Warren, adds his two cents.

I regret sharing that information with my brothers, even though they admitted to being virgins themselves—three brothers in their mid-thirties, still virgins—who would've thought.

We’re a sorry bunch, living in the mountains and running our family logging business. We have little contact with the opposite sex, but I still wonder if hiring someone is the answer to the loneliness that tears at my soul year after year.

“Just think of everything she could teach you, so when you do find someone, you would actually know what you’re doing.” Wilder throws some poker chips into the growing pile in the middle of the table, calling my obvious bluff.

“That isn’t a bad idea.” My normally sane older brother, Warren, rubs his hand over his bushy beard. “I might have to look into something like that.”

“You’re joking. The way you look at that curvy librarian, there’s no way you'd lay a hand or anything else on another woman," Wilder scoffs.

“Me? What about you and that mail-order bride lady?” Warren shoots back, lowering his cards onto the table. “You’ve been sniffing around her since the day she arrived in town.”

Once my older and younger brothers start bickering, the argument can last for hours.

It’s best if I put an end to it now, rather than after they’ve thrown a few punches.

Plus, I want to get through the night and forget Wilder ever brought up that crazy idea, because now all I can think about is how far a hired woman would go to please me.

“Would you two just shut up and play poker.”