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Chapter 3

Scarlett locked up the register and began to walk to her room. She had heard the men make their way up the stairs from where they had been on the phone at the reception. While she wasn't one to eavesdrop, Scarlett had heard words like "cancelled", "snowstorm", "raw", and "matches". None of which made sense to her but boy was she glad that she had customers.

Even though she ran a small B&B in the middle of nowhere, Scarlett earned enough to live by. People only stopped when there was an absolute need to (which didn't happen very often) and the pay was good enough even with her extra services. With only 5 rooms available, her B&B offered three meals a day as well, breaking all B&B traditions in one go. Life was getting by slow but she was content.

"Scarlett!"

The loud voice jerked her away from her thoughts sharply enough to make her jump and lose her balance, sending her sprawling to the ground in a heap, her scarf slipping off her head.

"Shit!" She heard as footsteps hurried towards her.

"WAIT!" She yelled halting them quickly as she grabbed her scarf and moved out of the light and into the shadows.

"Scarlett?" Roman asked.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just give me a minute!" She said covering herself up before stepping into the light again.

"Sorry, I…I didn't hear you," she said quietly.

While the other two nodded, Dean stared at her wondering what had caused her to retreat into the shadows. Seth had been the one that had called out to her and caused her to fall but the reaction they had received had been somewhat of a surprise.

"Anything I can help you with?" She asked.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you fall," Seth said, rubbing the back of his neck guiltily.

"It wasn't your fault. I wasn't paying attention," she said waving off his apology with a gloved hand.

"Well we were wondering if we could stay here until we get further information, our boss told us they've cancelled the previous plans due to the snowstorm," Roman asked.

"Of course. You are most welcome. Breakfast is at 8 and I usually have lunch and dinner ready by 1:00 PM and 7:00 PM respectively," she informed them.

"Great! Well thanks and goodnight!" Roman said smiling at her charmingly. They heard a purr and looked down to see a savannah cat slinking around Roman's legs. Seth yelped and jumped away while Dean only laughed at the look on Roman's face.

"Gents, I would like you to meet Vitani," Scarlett said chuckling as the cat rubbed up against Roman's leg.

"Vitani?" Seth questioned looking at Scarlett.

"Call it a childhood dream," Scarlett replied, laughter evident in her voice.

"I think she likes you, Ro," Dean said sniggering. Roman smiled and bent down to pet the cat who preened under his petting before she pulled away and padded over to her Mistress, jumping into her arms.

"She's cute," Roman said.

"You should get some sleep, it's getting late," Scarlett suggested as she scratched Vitani behind the ears. Seth was still eyeing her cat with unease and Scarlett chuckled once more.

"Don't worry, Seth. She's well trained and doesn't bite," she told him.

"It's not that. I'm just more of a dog person," Seth replied, grinning sheepishly at her.

"I'm heading up, you guys coming?" Roman asked turning to leave. Seth bade her goodnight and the two walked away leaving Dean with her.

"Not sleepy?" She asked him, her eyes still focused on her cat as she played with her.

"Not really," he told her.

"Would you like some cocoa?" She asked. He looked at her wondering if she was joking but when he couldn't find the mirth he shrugged and began to walk with her.

"Do you live here alone?" Dean asked. She looked up at him and then nodded.

"Don't you get…well…worried? I mean living all alone out here," he said motioning around them.

"I don't really have much to worry about. My business isn't exactly high end or anything and earns just enough. Thieves aren't much of an issue at all," Scarlett said bending down to let Vitani go before they entered the kitchen.

"What about customers potentially murdering you in your sleep?" He asked taking a seat at the island. Scarlett glanced at him before she laughed.

"Dean, I get customers once every few weeks that stay for the night and are gone the next day. I don't think murdering a girl that has nothing except this house is the ideal crime," she said setting the saucepan filled with milk on the stove.

"Still," he said. Silence settled over them as she brought out two mugs, whipped cream, and cinnamon, setting them out on the island.

"So what do you do for a living?" Scarlett asked.

"I wrestle," he stated simply. She paused what she was doing to survey him for a moment.

"As in fighting?" She asked.

"Yeah. In a way. Do you know WWE?" He asked.

"The one with Vince McMahon?" She asked.

"Yep. I work for them. All three of us actually. We used to be a stable called 'The Shield' but we parted about a year ago into individual careers," he told her.

"I stopped watching when it was still called the World Wrestling Federation," she said, adding the chocolate to the saucepan and mixing it together.

"Well a lot has changed since then. We were heading to Indianapolis for RAW tomorrow but this snowstorm has changed plans," Dean said. Things went silent once again as Dean watched her work on making the cocoa. A few minutes later, both of them were seated at the island sipping hot cocoa with whipped cream and cinnamon as Dean regaled her with stories of his matches.

"You mean to say you actually wrestled with barbed wire?" She asked, her chocolate eyes wide in horrification.

"It wasn't a big deal," Dean said shrugging, while feeling his male ego get a little boost with the way she was hanging onto every word.

"Why would you do that to yourself?" She asked quietly. Dean froze, his mug halfway to his lips.

"I mean I know the money must pay well, but didn't it hurt you?" She asked, her wide and innocent as they stared at him. Brown met blue over the mug and the two stared at each other for what seemed like eternity but was really just a minute. With Dean wondering when was the last time somebody actually cared whether or not he got hurt if it wasn't for the money they were making, while Scarlett was still mulling over the idea of somebody throwing themselves into barbed wire for the purpose of "entertainment". Their gaze was broken when Vitani jumped onto the island and let out a soft meow.

"Vitani, down!" Scarlett said sharply. The cat stared at her before jumped off the island immediately and settled in Dean's lap. He scratched her behind the ears and smiled when she purred.

"She never really plays with the customers here. Mostly likes to wander around the house or sleeps in my room," Scarlett said watching the two.

"Where do you leave her when you go visit your family?" Dean asked. It was only when he looked up at her when she didn't answer did he wish he hadn't asked that question. If there was one thing he had found out about her in the short time he spent with her, it was that her eyes spoke volumes. And right now, he could see a cloud of gloom settling in them like snow on a pavement.

"Scar, I did-."

"Don't!" She said sharply, her voice higher than normal. Dean snapped his mouth shut, Vitani jumped off his lap immediately to make her way to her Mistress.

"Don't call me Scar," she said, exhaling lightly as her shoulders slumped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" Mean to what? Ask about her family? Call her "Scar"?

"You should get some sleep," she said taking his empty mug from him and depositing both of their mugs into the sink.

"Good night Dean," she said walking out the door without a backward glance, Vitani at her heels.

"Good night," he said to the empty kitchen. Dean stayed there for a few minutes, contemplating what had happened before fatigue took over and he made his way upstairs to his room.

So that was Chapter 3. The guys seem to settling in okay and isn't that cat adorable. "Vitani" is actually my cat's name (teehee) and if you guys haven't guessed already it's from The Lion King II. I believe it means "war", correct me if I'm wrong. Hope you all are enjoying it, please do take a moment to let me know your thoughts if you do read this. I love hearing from you guys and it helps me improve!

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- K.

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