Free Love Under Two Jessops by Cara Covington

spooned her, and their heat and their scent enveloped her.
    “Just one thing, baby girl, before you go to sleep.”
    She wasn’t going to sleep, she was just going to give them a couple of moments, and then she was going to set her hands on them. They could discuss the first couple of things that popped up. She didn’t want to give her plan away, so she said, “And what would that be?”
    It was Andrew who answered. “You would never be able to let Kate down. In case you didn’t realize it, you’re hers—just like you’re ours.”
    That was so nice. She blinked back tears and swallowed the lump in her throat. “I am? That’s—I never had me a granny before.”
    “You do now. Hell, baby girl, you’re up to your ass in family, in case you didn’t know it.”
    Chloe liked the sound of that. She liked it a lot. And in just a moment she was going to show these two hunky firemen just how much.
    She was pretty sure she would have, too, if the bed hadn’t chosen just that moment to open up and envelop her completely.

Chapter 6
     
    “What do you think that thing is, exactly?”
    Grant shrugged in response to his brother’s question. Andrew shoved his hands in his pockets. There they stood side by side, right inside the double glass doors of the firehouse, again. Grant kept his gaze focused on the Lusty Glow Day Spa . Whatever was in the back of that shiny new Dodge Ram pickup truck that had just pulled to the curb looked like it belonged in a spa. He guessed.
    The truck door opened and a man he didn’t know climbed out. Even from where Grant stood it was clear the truck’s driver was looking at the sign that hung over the as yet unopened shop.
    It was Monday morning, and they were supposed to be working on the training schedule for the town’s volunteer firefighters. They were also supposed to be working on a five-year plan for the fire department, updating it with regard to the addition of another roughly one-half square mile of land to the town of Lusty, proper. Instead, they’d left where they’d been working—the kitchen table instead of the more usual conference room—and wandered the few feet over to see if they could catch a glimpse of their woman.
    Grant mentally shook his head. They’d spent most of Sunday with Chloe, loving her and cuddling her, and then going for a drive into Waco because she’d wanted to check out the flea markets there. Hell, they’d only been separated from her for—he cast a glance at the clock on the wall—about forty-five minutes, all told.
    He couldn’t hold back his smile thinking about the afternoon they’d spent with her yesterday, following behind that tiny little bundle of energy. Their woman didn’t like to shop, so much as she liked to browse and loved to barter.
    Movement down the street brought his attention back to the moment. Jordan stepped out of the nearly finished spa, a smile on his face and hand extended. He obviously knew the man with the truck and its mysterious contents in the bed. What the hell is that, anyway ? Rising a good five feet in the air, the color of copper, it appeared to be a sculpture of some sort.
    “Looks like a tower of bowls,” Andrew said.
    Even though they could only see two bowls, that was exactly what it looked like. Female ritual was a gaping black hole of mystery, and Grant didn’t even want to guess as to what those bowls could possibly be used for.
    The driver of the Ram stood as tall as Jordan, with long black hair and a goatee-type beard. Instead of denim jeans, T-shirt, and jacket, or a business suit, the man wore what appeared to be a long flowing tunic over very snug black pants. When he turned slightly toward them as he was gesturing to the back of the truck, the sun glinted off a gold necklace that hung around his neck.
    “The guy looks like a hippy.” Grant didn’t know if he liked having strange men in shiny trucks pull up to where his woman was working. Especially when the woman in question all but burst