Free Her Cowboy Bears (BBW MMF Menage Shapeshifter Romance) by Tabitha O'Dell Page A

might get cold and I
would be there until October. Warm cloths would be necessary.
    The night before I left, I couldn’t sleep at all and I
was at the airport so early that I had nothing to do but sit and drink coffee
after coffee until it was time for me to fly out, but I didn’t even care. My
adventure was about to start.
    The lack of sleep and the overload of caffeine didn’t
make for a fun flight and thankfully I slept through most of it, but when I
arrived in Jackson Hole I was so groggy that I almost forgot to get my bags from
the luggage carousel and I went to the information desk like I’d been
instructed to by my new employers.
    “Um, hi,” I said as I approached the desk. “I’m
supposed to be meeting the people from the Hollyhock Ranch here at three and
they told me to see information.”
    “Oh yes,” the pleasant woman behind the desk said. “The
pickup is up the hall and out the sliding doors. Most of the ranches have their
name on the vehicle they’re driving, so just look for that.”
    “Thanks,” I said as I grabbed my bags and hauled them
in the direction I’d been told.
    It was only when I’d gotten outside that I wished the
guys from the ranch had told me anything about the other people I’d be meeting.
There were people everywhere and I had no clue who was on their way to the
ranch with me and I didn’t think I had a choice but to sit back and wait.
    No, a voice inside me said. Don’t just give
up.
    The voice was right. I’d spent my whole life being
quiet. Now I was far away from home, far from everyone I’d ever known, and
there was no reason for me to be so meek. It was time to change things.
    “Hi, excuse me,” I said as I went up to a group of
people that matched the boy-boy-girl description I’d been given. “Are you going
to Hollyhock?”
    “No, sorry,” the girl said.
    “No problem,” I told her and went on to the next
group.
    I’d hit three different groups of people when I
finally heard, “Hey, you’re the girl looking for the people going to Hollyhock
Ranch, right?”
    “That’s me,” I told the guy. He was tall and skinny
with a line of lingering acne on his jaw, but he had kind eyes.
    “This way,” he said. “We’re still waiting on the
truck.”
    I followed the tall guy toward two other people – a
man and a woman – who were both waiting by the curb. The other guy was short,
but built strong with huge muscles.
    The other was a girl who was my age, but other than
that we couldn’t be more different. She was tall with long blonde hair, perfect
features, and long willowy legs. She was gorgeous and my heart sunk a little.
    “Hi, I’m Caitlyn,” I introduced myself in an effort to
be polite.
    “I’m Max,” the tall gay said. “And this is Isaac.”
    “And I’m Ophelia,” the pretty young woman said. “Where
are you from?”
    “Chicago,” I offered.
    “You ever been on a ranch before?” Ophelia asked.
    “No,” I admitted. “Have you?”
    “I’ve dabbled,” she said as she tossed her hair over
her shoulder. “And I own three horses. This should be a breeze for me.”
    Instantly I got the impression that she had it out for
me and my chin quivered, but my savior came in the form of a beat up pickup with
the name Hollyhock stenciled on the side.
    “You our new ranchers?” a man asked as he leaned out
of the passenger window.
    My jaw went slack when I saw him. When I signed up for
this, I pictured two older men needing help around the ranch in their old age,
but this guy looked to be about thirty, with a square jaw and bright green eyes
topped off with a cowboy hat. He was unbelievably hot, and when I saw the
driver, I lost it all over again.
    They were a perfect duo. Tall, hot cowboys and now
they were my bosses.
    I was in heaven.
    “You’ll need to squeeze in the back,” the driver said.
“And throw your bags in the back there.”
    We did as we were told and shuffled into the back. No
one bothered with a seatbelt – we couldn’t