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“Take me home,
cowboy.”
    “My pleasure, Ms. Megan.” He raced along the road toward the
house, loving how she was plastered against his back, hot and soft.
    A crack of thunder rattled the air.
    Megan jumped and squeezed him tighter.
    “Easy. We’re almost home.” He took the corners fast, leaning
to keep all four wheels on the ground. Poor girl had to be jittery after
everything she’d gone through today. He pulled right up to the steps and helped
her off and into the house.
    Inside the kitchen, the cool air swirled around them and he
pulled her tight against him. “How did it go over there?”
    She shrugged and buried her face in his chest. “Okay. About
what I expected.”
    “If you want to talk about it, I’m here.”
    Megan tipped up her head. “Thanks. It’s all too much to take
in right now. I need a good meal and a good...” She bit her lip and gave him a
wicked look. “Night in bed, to get me back on track.”
    “Hmmm.” His cock filled instantly and he rubbed his erection
against her belly. “I can give you the bed stuff. Let’s see what Inez left for
us in the fridge.”
    She backed away, smiling. “I’m cooking tonight.” She looked
past him and her eyes widened.
    Trey spun, expecting trouble.
    Garret stood leaning against the laundry room door, wearing
nothing but a towel around his hips. “Don’t think I’m not going to be part of
the ‘bed stuff’ tonight.” He stepped forward, barefoot. “And whatever you’re
cooking, I’m eating.”
    Megan rubbed her hands together. “Inez added a few things to
the grocery order for me. Give me an hour alone in the kitchen and I’ll make
you something so Canadian, you’ll want to expatriate immediately.”
    Trey laughed. “That good, huh?”
    She nodded and went to the fridge.
    “Canadian, like penguin steaks and polar bear pâté?” Garret
rubbed his stomach.
    Megan looked at him over the fridge door. “Penguins in
Canada? Really?”
    “Hey, geography isn’t one of my strengths.”
    “But walking around in a towel with a woody is?” Trey
couldn’t stop the burst of jealousy at leaving the two of them alone.
    “I’m out of clothes, so I’ll be in and out doing my laundry.
But don’t mind me.” He grinned as he looked down at the bulge tenting the front
of his towel.
    “Inez will wash for you.” Trey grabbed his hat and tugged it
on. He had a few things to do in the machine shop before he called it quits for
the day.
    “Inez dries the living shit out of my clothes. Some of my
jeans are custom made for me.”
    “Bro, you don’t think that’s crazy? Spending hundreds on
pants?” Trey grabbed the door handle.
    Megan laughed. “Hundreds? Probably more like thousands.” She
hauled a big bag of potatoes to the sink.
    “I suppose now that I’m back home, you want me to buy my
jeans from the tractor supply store, like you do.” Garret gestured to Trey’s
legs.
    Megan’s head spun toward Garret.
    “Back home?” Trey hoped it was more than just a slip. That
his brother was home for good.
    “Don’t start on me.” Garret lifted his hands and walked out
of the room. “Gotta make some calls to LA.” He disappeared from the room and
running footsteps headed up the stairs.
    Megan turned her gaze toward him. “That was interesting.”
    He nodded. Just like he warned his mother not to do, Trey
wasn’t going to read anything into anyone’s words. He opened the door. “Back in
an hour.”
    “Okay.” She started peeling potatoes. The homey sound of the
scraper, the sight of her standing at his sink, warmed him deep in his chest.
Was this love?
    She smiled at him. “Forget something?”
    He winked and strode out the door, closing it behind him.
The only thing he’d forgotten was to ignore his mother’s smarmy smile.

Chapter Seven
    An hour later, Trey walked into the mudroom off the kitchen.
The scent of fresh french fries made his stomach rumble.
    He’d gone out to the north property line to check out a
broken security