Free The Perfect Plan [The Men of Treasure Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rebecca Joyce Page A

disappeared into a sea of white, and her heart felt like it was breaking. She was scared and worried for them.
    She never felt Orin move her toward the cab, or when he picked her up and placed her on the seat. All she knew was that somewhere out in this blizzard, two men were braving the elements, and she prayed they were gonna be okay.
     
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    It had been two hours since Orin was forced to shut off the truck. The temperature had dropped drastically in the cab, and even he had to admit he was getting a little worried about his brothers. He figured they should have been back already. It was only five miles, unless Davis figured it wrong, but that boy never figured anything wrong. If anything, he was right on the money.
    Orin could always count on Davis for his keen sense of direction and his uncanny ability to figure time down to the seconds and miles down to the millimeters. The man was a walking, talking map.
    “They’ve been gone a long time,” Lilly muttered through chattering teeth.
    Orin looked at the woman sitting next to him. She was absolutely beautiful. Her golden hair was tucked under a blue knit cap. Little frays of honey wheat fell around her face. Her cute little upturned nose was pink from the cold air. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were moist. He knew she was cold. Hell he was, too, but he had already given her his coat, and the one thing he knew that would keep them warm, he figured she wouldn’t go for it.
    “They’ll be back soon,” he murmured, leaning his head back on the headrest and closing his eyes.
    “I would kill for a cup of hot chocolate, smothered in marshmallows right about now,” she whispered into the cold.
    “Not bad, though a nice hot toddy would be better. I can taste the rum.”
    “Oh that sounds good. I’ve never had one. My mother makes them for my father. I was never allowed to taste them. I just remember when daddy would come in from the cold. Mom would have one waiting on him. He would instantly relax after he took the first sip.”
    “They’re good, but potent. Just depends on how much allspice and rum you put in them. I like mine on the stronger side.”
    “You’ll have to show me how you like them, if you want me to make them for you, that is, if I am staying.”
    “Oh, you’re staying. I just have to figure out how to keep us all from getting killed.”
    “You know, my family isn’t as bad as everyone says.”
    “Then how come you haven’t been home in five years?” Orin asked and watched as she stiffened. Whatever the issue was, it was enough to get her hackles up and put her on the defense.
    Orin waited in total silence, waiting for a response, but after a couple of minutes of silence, he decided to press the matter. He needed to know what he was up against. “So, this man you were supposed to marry.”
    “Jethro Tiberius Henderson,” she murmured.
    “Jethro!” Orin sat up and looked directly at her. He watched as she grinned and then started to laugh. Her infectious laughter filled the cab, and she soon had him laughing along with her.
    “It’s awful, isn’t it. Who names their son Jethro? And it gets worse. He is an overweight, pompous ass, who only wears camouflage overalls and a white wifebeater. He is the epitome of what not to wear,” Lilly said through her laughter as Orin laughed right along with her. He could just picture this idiot and what he looked like. But for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why her father would agree to allow his beautiful daughter to marry such a man.
    Lilly was vibrant, witty, and fun. Being married to someone like Jethro would stifle her. She would wilt before she had the chance to fully bloom.
    Then just as her laughter started, it stopped. A faraway loneliness washed across her face.
    “What’s that look for?” Orin asked, concerned.
    “It’s just that. You are probably not gonna like this, but I really do wish I am pregnant. Then there will be nothing anyone can do. I know you’re