Free Their Independent Bride [The Men of Space Station One #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page B

and pronounced it adequate, much to Greg’s annoyance. He insisted they were doing a perfect job of it.
    With a smile, she hurried toward the house just after noon to fix a quick lunch for them. She missed the steps and fell on the back porch, scraping her leg up the shin and twisting her ankle. The men were almost immediately there picking her up.
    “Fuck, baby. Are you okay?” Greg had her in his lap as Steven checked the scrape on her shin.
    “This is going to hurt for a while, love.”
    “Damn, it stings and my ankle hurts.”
    “I hope you haven’t broken anything. Let’s get you in the house so we can see about you.” Greg carried her inside while Steven held the door.
    They carted her to the living room where they laid her gently on the couch with her foot elevated on the arm. Then they checked every inch of her for other injuries.
    “I’m okay, guys. I just twisted my ankle and scraped my shin. I’ll be fine. It’s sore is all.”
    “Let us check you over first. Steven, get a wet cloth and let’s clean up this scrape. Oh, and get some salve out of the first-aid kit.”
    Greg kissed her gently on the mouth then gently manipulated her ankle to check it out. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but he noticed and lifted an eyebrow in question.
    “It hurts some, but not a lot. Is it swollen any?”
    “A little bit. We probably need to put some ice on it. We’ll do that after we clean up your leg.”
    Steven returned with the cloth and salve. He cleaned the scrape and then added some of the medication to the wounded area on her leg. He leaned down and kissed her knee before smiling up at her.
    “Thanks, Steven.”
    Greg had disappeared into the kitchen but returned with a plastic bag with ice in it. He carefully applied it to her ankle and shook his head.
    “What?”
    “You need to be more careful and not run. You could have broken something. I don’t like seeing you hurt like this, Janet.”
    “I’m fine, Greg. I’ll be more careful. I wasn’t thinking when I picked my foot up. I just missed the step.”
    “What if that had been the cellar steps? You would have fallen a lot farther down and we wouldn’t have been here. Please be more careful.” Steven kissed her forehead and wiped off her hands where she’d caught herself.
    “Okay, okay. I’ll be more careful. I need to get up and fix our lunch. We still have a few rows left to plant.”
    “Nope, you’re not getting up from this couch the rest of the day. We’ll fix lunch and finish planting. You’ve got everything all lined up where it goes. We can do it.”
    “But I want to. It’s my garden, guys.”
    “Janet, your ankle is already swollen. You don’t need to be on it at all until it’s better. The garden is still yours. You’ll have all the fun of weeding it and taking care of it while we’re at work, love. Listen to Greg.” Steven squeezed her hand and walked off to see about lunch.
    Janet pouted and crossed her arms. She couldn’t believe she’d done something so stupid. She tried to think back at what had happened and couldn’t come up with anything other than her own carelessness of running up the steps. She had been so excited about the garden. It would teach her not to let things go to her head like that in the future.
    Twenty minutes later, the man returned to the living room with plates of sandwiches. She reached to take one, but Greg held it out of her reach and sat on the floor next to her.
    “I’ll feed you, baby.” He lifted the sandwich to her mouth so that she could take a bite.
    “This is really a little over the top, Greg. I can feed myself. It’s my ankle that’s hurt, not my hands.”
    “I want to feed you. It scared me to see you falling like you did.” He waited for her to finish chewing before he held the sandwich back to her mouth.
    She started to say something else, but one look from Steven and she swallowed it along with the bite of sandwich she had been chewing. She guessed she could let