Free Halfway Between by Jana Leigh Page B

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    Finally, they were allowed inside the gate and when they saw the house, even Harper who had been trying to act as if she lived like this every day stopped and gazed at the huge house.  The front had white pillars, and the entire front of the house was a for lack of a better word —a showcase.  As they drew closer, you could see behind the pillar windows.  There were couches, chairs, and a small garden in the entryway.  They were shocked at the extravagance of the house.  They could also see one huge man standing at the front door, with his arms folded and legs apart.  It took them a moment to realize he was the leader of the men they were going to be collaborating with.
    “ Good Lord, really the dads need to fucking learn the word moderate.  I swear, ask for a cupcake, then you get a huge cake you can never finish.  They overdo everything,” Alex snorted.
    “ Dads?” Harper asked. 
    “ Yeah, Noah and Dallas are my fathers, and Bailey is my mother.  The rest of my family is basically the same.  They live in a ménage, and it works.  Never come after one of them or you face the whole fucking family.  They are a bit scary.  However, the only thing I have ever asked for is that they are happy.  My mom would shout it from the rooftops how much she loves both of my fathers the same and with a fierce devotion.  It was the way I grew up, so it seemed natural when Slone and I came back into contact with each other, we made the commitment to share one woman, Sable.”  Alex shrugged.
    “ Isn’t there any jealousy between anyone?" Harper said curiously.
    “ Hell no, it takes both of them to control my mother.”  Alex laughed and got out of the car.  "It's the same with the rest of us who are in ménage relationships."
    It made her think, but only for a moment, she didn ’t have time to actually process anything because the next half an hour her world got turned upside down again.
    They got out and introduced themselves to the towering man.  His name was ‘Tank’, that was it, never expanded at all, which gave him an air of mystery.  He admitted he was retired FBI, and Harper wanted to know what division he was in, but she was a bit too overwhelmed by his size to actually do anything but nod.
    They were led through the house, which was spectacular inside as it was out.  They each had their own bedroom with an office built in a small separate room that was attached.  There was one main office on the ground floor, which she could only explain as being like frickin' NORAD, it had so many bells and whistles.  Monitors mounted on the wall were running information they had received.  Drake and Jessie were drawn to the screens and began speaking in geek before her eyes.  She was impressed by their knowledge.
    The men got right down to business.  Introducing the rest of the team, they were all previous FBI and knew their shit.  Joel insisted on being in the room, and was sitting in a comfortable recliner in the corner that was provided.  The nurse they hired checked out both him and Drake with quick deliberation. 
    Harper sat back and listened.  Tank strode up to her and smiled.  She instantly liked him more.  “Ma’am, these are yours,” he said quietly but it was loud enough to draw attention from everyone in the room.
    “ Uh…okay?” she said, looking down at a large envelope with a lawyers stamp on them.
    “ They are from the bosses' lawyers.  Basically, these are notarized documents that when it is safe, this home will be listed in your name under Bret Forensic Consulting.  The keys and info are all in there, maintenance and upkeep as well as pay for your employees have been set up in a corporation under your name.  The total holdings are in there.  If you have any questions here is the card for Bailey and Noah, they are the administrator of the fund for right now.”  Tank laughed at her mouth hanging open.
    “ There they go, should have known they would do this.”