Page 2 of Single Mom for the Mountain Men (Mountain Men Why Choose #3)

G reen, sparkling eyes that hide secrets within their depths, soft, rose-colored lips, and pink cheeks.

God really took his time with Lena Sanders. Her beauty hit me like a blow to the head the first time my eyes landed on her. She stood under the moonlight with eyes wide like a deer’s, fear emanating from her every pore.

It didn’t help that my dumbass brothers only scared her more. Her body loosened up the more that Tanner made his awful fucking jokes, but she still seems nervous, especially now that we’re in her cabin.

“What did you turn on when the lights went out?” I ask her, interrupting Tanner from making another corny pass at her. I open the fuse box located in the cabin’s mudroom and peer inside with my flashlight.

“Uh, I didn’t turn on anything. The lights went out randomly when I was in the kitchen.”

“Must have originated in the kitchen, then. You mind if I check in there?”

Lena blinks a few times, then nods. “Sure, I don’t mind.” Gesturing for us to follow her, she leads us out of the mudroom and into a spacious, but slightly dated, living room.

Immediately, little feet pitter-patter in our direction.

A small girl, no older than seven, ambushes Lena. She tugs on Lena’s shirt and signals for her to scoop her up. Her cheeks are fat and ruddy. I think her hair is long and brown as it spills over her shoulders, but it’s a bit too dark in here to know for sure.

“Momma? Who are these guys? What are they doing here? You said–”

Momma?

Lena makes a reprimanding sound, shushing her daughter. With how young Lena looks, I thought the girl was her younger sister. She’s a mother? Where is the girl’s father, then? Surely, they can’t be here all by themselves? It’s not safe.