Anna Keaton - Falke’s Peak

She looked down at the big cat who purred like an outboard motor. “Thanks again,” she whispered. “I think you might’ve saved my ass out there.”

He leaned against her and rubbed his side against her thigh while she scratched behind his ears.

Across the room, Axel had a nice fire built in the rather impressive stone fireplace, which provided some much-needed light to the space, and was adding small logs to it. There was a long, comfortable looking sofa in the middle of the main area, a hand-woven rug in front of it, and a bookcase against the far wall to one side of the fireplace. The bookcase shared the corner with a small desk located behind a wooden ladder that led to a loft. For storage maybe?

She glanced to her left and noticed a tiny kitchen and dining area with a square table and stools shoved underneath.

Other than the front door, she only saw one more door on the opposite wall to the left of the fireplace, and she assumed it led to a bedroom. She also hoped it offered access to a bathroom. Then she just about smacked herself in the forehead, realizing there wouldn’t be running water out here.

This cozy, little one- or two-room cabin was about as far out into the boonies as one could get.

Oh, great, three days in close quarters without a shower. So much for a little hanky-panky. “Damn it,” she muttered under her breath.

Falke gave a whiny sound that almost seemed like a question. She looked down at him and sighed.

“Fantasy out the window,” she whispered. “That’s all.”

She gave him one last pat and headed across the room to Axel. “Anything I can do?”

“Yeah,” he said, throwing one last thin log onto the fire before sitting back on his heels. “Sit down here, take off your jacket and boots and thaw out. I need to run outside and get some more wood. The last group up here didn’t leave enough in the bin to make it through the night.”

Dakota slipped off her gloves, unzipped her jacket, shrugged out of it and then pushed her ski pants down her legs. She dropped the coat and gloves onto the floor and sat down on the rug next to the river stone hearth, and started working on undoing her wet, swollen laces.

“Why are the windows covered?” There were two on the front of the cabin, a smaller one in the kitchen area, and on the opposite side wall a large picture window. But all four were shuttered, so no light came in through any of them. “Are storms that bad up here?”

Axel turned to look at her, raised an eyebrow. “You want the truth?”

She frowned. “That would be nice.”

“Bears. They’ll bust a window to get into a cabin and tear it apart searching for food.”

“Great.” She jerked at her wet laces. “Wolves, bears, lions, oh my.”

Axel chuckled, pushed her hands out of the way, and took over on the laces. “Wolves, yes, as you know.

Bears, not so much this time of the year. They’re hibernating. And as for lions…” He shrugged. “He’s on our side.”

“Yeah, but there are others out there, aren’t there?

Wild ones?”

He nodded. “Yeah, there are, but trust me, Falke has marked this territory as his enough times that they’d be stupid to wander too close. Cats are very territorial. They take care of their own.”

“I thought they just impregnated the females and took off to find the next one.”

“And I thought you didn’t know animals.” Axel laughed and tugged her right boot off her foot, then set to work on the left. “Mountain lions in the wild do that, but domesticated ones like Falke… Well, they’re a different breed altogether.”

The subject of their conversation came over and stretched out next to her. She laid her hand on his back and dug her fingers into his already warm fur.

“Oh? They mate for life? Domesticated ones? I guess they don’t have much choice but to take what they’re given.”

For some reason that struck Axel as very funny, and he burst out with a hearty laugh. “Believe me, Dakota, there’s always a choice. But yes, Falke, when he’s ready, will mate for life.”

She frowned at Axel. “When he’s ready?”

Axel jerked off her other boot, peeled down the wool socks so she only wore her pair of white sweat socks, and pulled the ski pants off her feet. Then, to her amazement and complete delight, he picked up both her feet, put them in his lap and started rubbing.

“Oh, that’s good,” she murmured as she closed her eyes and let the growing fire’s warmth start to seep through her flannel shirt and jeans, while his fingers worked magic on her feet, sending little tingles up her legs. “What did you mean by when he’s ready? He’s a cat.”

“Yes, he is. Okay, you sit here and relax,” Axel said, seeming to want to change the subject. “The wood pile is just around the corner of the cabin, so don’t lock me out.” He winked as he stood up. “Be back in a minute.”

“Pick your mate, huh,” she said to the cat as he leaned against her and purred. He rolled onto his back and looked up at her. As she rubbed his chest and belly, she wondered how… “Oh, you’re going to go off into the wild and find some hot-to-trot kitty and bring her home? Or are you a love ’em and leave ’em type?” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Maybe Axel’s just delusional?”

The purring stuttered, almost sounding like a chuckle, which made her laugh.

“I knew it! You are, aren’t you? Axel’s living in a dream world. Still, he’s the best damn good looking, delusional guy I’ve ever met. But don’t you dare tell him I told you so.” She winked, enjoying their little one-sided chat, and scrubbed her nails over his deep chest. He seemed to love that if his swishing tail was any clue.

“Well, I’ll share another secret with you.” The cougar’s ears perked up, and she grinned. “I’ve never been much of a cat person, but you’re growing on me.

I’m glad you were there today. Lucky for me, you’re on my side.”

The cat purred again. Dakota sighed and closed her eyes, tired to her bones.

The door banged open and in came Axel, carrying a stack of wood so high it covered his face. He walked unerringly across the room to a big wooden box in a corner and dumped the logs inside.

“That should get us through the night,” he said as he went back to the open door. He stepped outside and brushed wood crumbs and snow off his jacket, then came back inside and shut the door.

A cold draft made its way to where she sat, and she shivered.

Meow.

She shook her head and tucked her fingers under her armpits. “Yeah, well, it’s going to take more than five minutes for me to thaw, okay?”

Her stomach rumbled, and the cat growled as he rolled to his feet and left her side.

“Sorry,” she grumbled.

“Hungry?” Axel asked, as if he’d heard her belly.

But there was no way he could’ve since she was across the room from where he was peeling off his outer gear.

“Uh, yeah. Famished.” How the hell did he know?

She’d had another of those nasty power bars no more than an hour ago. Probably hungry himself. “Need help fixing dinner?”

“Nope. We’re just going to have…” He pulled the door open, leaned out and picked something up. When he shut the door he held up what looked like a freezer bag full to bursting with something brown. “Venison stew. Guaranteed to fill you up and make you beg for more.”

Dakota laughed. “Where’d you get that?” She was sure he hadn’t brought it up the mountain in his rucksack.

“Out back there’s a secured cache. We fill it up after the first hard freeze.” He went into the kitchen and, using his flashlight, scrounged through a lower cupboard to retrieve a big pot. “It’ll take a while to warm, but it’s fully cooked.” He pulled a pocket knife from his jeans and used it to cut away the bag from the frozen lump of food, then dropped the whole thing into the cast iron pot before carrying it toward her.