Love in Montana (De La Fuente Family 1)
Eric squinted, and his brother was right. Regardless of whether or not it was Kasey’s truck they couldn’t pass and not check it out—they needed to help whoever was maybe stuck inside.
“Try and watch the side of the road,” he told Dante. “We don’t want to join them.”
“Keep it straight.” Dante guided him. “Be careful here.”
Eric slowed the SUV and crept along the bank highway. The side of the road was so full of snow that Eric had no choice but to stay parked on the cement instead of the gravel patch beside the ditch. He inched forward until they were close and near enough to use the winch on the front of the vehicle to get the truck out if possible.
“Stop.”
He slowly brought the SUV to a stop, and watched his brother jump out before he could even get his seat belt unclipped.
The snow was deep and crunched under his booted feet when he jumped down. Eric burrowed deeper into the collar of his thermal jacket as he trudged over to the truck. Dante tugged on one of the doors, and with help from whoever was inside managed to get it open. Within seconds, he had someone wrapped up in his arms. Emelia. It had to be.
Dante kissed her brow and hauled her into his arms again. His eyes closing in relief as he held her close.
Eric wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but they didn’t move even when Kasey, Mateo, and Caprice climbed from the downed truck.
He didn’t miss the look Caprice threw at Dante and Emelia. The woman looked surprised and despite the heavy snow, she couldn’t stop staring. Mateo noticed and glanced at the couple, his brow pulled tight in a frown.
It was time to break it up.
He clapped Dante on the shoulders. “C’mon brother, we need to get everyone inside the SUV and get back to the house. We’ll wait for the weather to clear to come back for the truck.”
Dante nodded and refused to let go of Emelia’s arm.
“Hey, sis. Got a hug for me,” Eric asked, needing her to separate from Dante before the others grew suspicious.
“Yeah.”
Eric wrapped his sister up in his embrace, and held Dante’s torn gaze.
Emelia pulled free and turned to Dante, who took her hand and led her up to the SUV.
Eric closed his eyes, relieved that they found their siblings in one piece, but he felt a twist in his heart caused by D
ante and Emelia. What they felt for each other was so wrong, but it had never looked so right.
Sighing, he followed and climbed back into the heat of the BMW.
Kasey sat in the front with him, while Dante had Emelia on his lap, her face buried in his neck. Mateo and Caprice sat beside them. Mateo looked furious and Caprice looked contrite. There was one hell of an argument brewing between them two.
With careful maneuvering, Eric got them turned around and headed back to the house when Dante asked, “How the hell did you end up in the ditch?” It might have been a question but there was no hiding the accusation pointed at Kasey.
Kasey didn’t move, but he replied, “Ask queen bitch.”
Caprice?
Caprice gasped. “Are you going to let him talk to me like that?”
“Shut up, Caprice. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have ended up in the ditch,” Mateo snarled.
“Is someone going to enlighten us?” Eric asked, getting frustrated.
“She,” Kasey sneered, “said she felt car sick on the way into town, so could she sit in the front on the way back.” He sighed. “As you can see, we reached close to home when a deer shot in front of the car. I had it all under control until she grabbed my arm and screamed. It sent the truck into a spin, and the rest they say, is history.”
Fuck!
That could have been a lot worse than it was, and all because of a bad reaction. What idiot grabs a driver’s arm while he’s driving in bad weather? Stupid.