Free Monroe, Marla - The Carpenters' Helper [The Men of Space Station One #5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page B

but I’ve got to keep up with the weeds or I’ll have a mess on my hands later. I’ll take it easy the rest of the day once I finish with the garden.”
    “Honey, I don’t want you to overdo it.” Kirk watched her cook.
    “I won’t. Honestly you two treat me like I’m made of glass. I won’t break.”
    “We like treating you like that. You’re precious to us, baby.” Kirk sat his coffee cup down and pulled her back into his arms. He nuzzled the side of her face with his mouth and kissed the corner of her eye.
    Once he let go of her, she returned to cooking with a small smile on her face. He always made her feel cared for. Brad rolled over her like her orgasms did. He could be devastating when he wanted to be. She began dishing up their breakfast, thinking that she was probably more than a little bit in love with her husbands. She didn’t expect them to fall for her. She wasn’t a pretty woman by any means, but the fact that they cared about her went a long way to settling her insides.
    Maybe one day they would feel more for her. It was probably a pipe dream, but it was one she would hold close to her heart, keeping her fingers crossed.
    “What are you smiling about over there?” Brad asked in a teasing voice.
    “Oh, just wondering what the two of you will look like working outside with your shirts off? I’ll get to watch you all day today.”
    Kirk wiggled his brows at her.
    “Not going to take my shirt off till the sun is high. It’s still a little cool outside in the morning,” Brad said with a smirk.
    “Speak for yourself, man. If our woman wants me without my shirt, I’m going without my shirt.” Kirk began eating.
    They discussed what was first with putting up the fence and agreed that they would start on the side of the garden and go counterclockwise with it. Carmen secretly believed they wanted to be close to her while they were working. She would be outside at the same time. In fact, she might just sit outside and watch them most of the day. She could take the afternoon off from cleaning and relax watching them.
    The men finished and left her to begin setting up the fence. She cleaned up the kitchen, then followed them outside. The garden was just about completely up now. There were still a few stragglers that hadn’t poked through the strange red ground. The ones that had were quickly making headway.
    Carmen spent the next few hours weeding while the men began digging holes to hold the fence posts. She was very relieved that they were putting up a fence. She had been worrying about the strange animals and what she could do should one appear. She had to be able to tend to the garden. Carrying a radio and a handgun in her pockets while she worked wasn’t really all that practical.
    She remembered that she wanted to talk to them about getting a holster because she wasn’t comfortable with the little gun sitting in her pocket while she stooped over and stood back up several times an hour. She was afraid it would go off by accident. It wouldn’t take much to move the safety, and with it in her pocket it moved around quite a bit.
    She stood up from the final row and wiped her forehead. The sun was well on its way to noon now. She needed to get back in the house and work on some sandwiches for them for lunch. She glanced over to where the men were setting up the first posts. They had mixed some of the local resin and concrete to hold the posts. They weren’t supposed to be able to be knocked down once they dried.
    “What are you staring at over there?” Kirk asked, walking toward her.
    “The two of you because you took your shirts off.”
    “It’s hot out here. You look a little sunburned, baby. Did you remember to put on the sunscreen?” He settled his hat on her head. “Maybe we need to get you a hat. That would help.”
    She giggled and pulled off his hat. It was much too big for her and covered her eyes.
    “Yeah, I put on the sunscreen. I think a hat that fits would be a good idea.