Bought by a Shelby

Snowed in

"Oh, look who decided to join us again?" Tommy quipped clearly agitated with Finn's presence. When wasn't he annoyed by the forgotten little brother though?

"Enough Tommy, Finn, sit down and prepare yourself." Ada's clipped tone alerted Finn that something had happened in just the little amount of time he'd wandered off. What now?

"What? Why? Who'd you engage me too?" Panic filled his voice. To his chagrin his siblings all laughed with joy and the mood was lighter, at least for them.

"It's worse than that?" He asked with baited breath. He could feel his anxiety growing and gnawing at his stomach.

"We're snowed in until tomorrow morning." Tommy flatly spoke smoking as he glanced at Finn. He knew something, Finn could tell. It started to sink in.."We're snowed in until tomorrow morning." That's what Thomas had said. Shit.

Finn groaned and turned walking toward the camp.

"Where does he keep walking off to?" Arthur asked, his voice growing distant as the crushing snow filled Finn's ear. He didn't know, just away from his siblings was all he cared about.

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Finn walked around accidentally stumbling into a clearing that was where the family's camped. Vardo's littered the base of the mountain. He looked around hoping to lay eyes on that girl again. He sighed after several minutes ready to give up. He walked into the forest with a bit of movement catching his eyes.

She stood over a fire, her gloves tucked under her arms while she warmed herself.

He smiled as he approached her. There was just something about her. He couldn't stop reminding himself that Myra was waiting for him in Birmingham. Why did he have to remind himself?

He could hear Polly's voice in his head, telling him it was because Myra wasn't the one if he could look at another girl and FORCE himself to think of his fiancé.

"Do you always stop and stare at women?" She teased him playfully and motioned for him to come over. Her voice was soft, warm and sweet like hot cocoa, unlike Ada's lumpy chocolate flavored chilled water.

He approached her and stood near her at the fire. She looked around as if checking to see if they were alone.

"Why are you parked all the way out here under the pine trees?" He asked genuinely curious. She was a woman away from camp? Why?

"Do you hear that?" she brought her hands up to her ears as she grinned at him.

"All I hear are noisy little twittering birds." He said with confusion. He looked around. All there was around was birds.

"Exactly. I like birds and animals. People are okay but I prefer to be a way out. I like the quiet." She looked down, putting her gloves back on and sitting near the fire on a log. She stuck out her hand and gestured for him to sit near her. He obliged and really looked at her. She was lovely. Nothing modern or over done. He wouldn't mind seeing her in a splash of color, a little lipstick, warm colored clothing or even no clothing. He shook his head and blushed, geez. What was she doing to him?

He smirked. She wouldn't complain if she were cooped up with him. She probably wouldn't harp on him to go to the movies, or go out to eat, drink or buy her fancy clothes and jewels. She'd be at home excited to see him, cooking and cleaning and waiting...

God, he was just like John. He liked feral little gypsy women. The realization struck him like a train. He hadn't expected to like a gypsy. He'd never really lived that way, always remembered living in warm houses by the cut. Why was he attracted to her?