Free Kidnapped at the Gun Show [Ransomed Hearts] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lavender Daye

thought of food just aroused the butterflies in her stomach. The last few days were a blur of highs and lows and strange discoveries, and the closer they got to Riley’s house, the more her nerves tightened.
    Everything would change when she walked into his house. Their house. She wasn’t even sure whose house it was. Would it be hers? More than the issue of the house, Sara was unsure about the relationship she was walking into.
    How could she manage a relationship with two men when she’d never been able to keep a weekend affair viable? And they were nothing like the few men she’d dated in the last year or so. Kale and Riley were both sexy as all get out, with a sensuality she was afraid she couldn’t keep up with.
    Riley closed his phone. “Kale’s hungry, too. We’re stopping in about ten minutes at a little place we like. Good barbeque. Do you like barbeque?”
    Sara smiled at the sudden furrow between his brows, like it had just occurred to him that she might equate barbeque with dog chow. “Yes.”
    “There’s much I need to learn about you, Sara.” Riley smiled, reaching across the console to rub her arm. “Be patient with me. I’m a fast learner.”
    “I’ll try.”
    They drove in silence for a few minutes. Sara watched the dark landscape fly past the SUV and wondered how she would feel tomorrow. Variations on a theme crowded her mind, each one a little more or a little less lascivious. Oversexed wasn’t a word she’d use to describe herself, and she already knew the men she was with would expect a certain kind of lover. One who knew how to please them. Maybe she could find an Internet site offering online classes in ménage. Or a psychology site on male bonding and relationship building.
    Riley tugged on her fingers to get her attention. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”
    He smiled when she turned to face him, and Sara felt her skin heat, knowing he could read her so easily. “Nothing, really.”
    He lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed them with a simple brush of his lips. “You don’t need to hide from us, Sara. Kale and I want you to feel comfortable. We won’t push.”
    “I don’t know what you expect of me. I’m out of my league, and it’s a little scary.”
    He turned into a parking lot and turned off the truck as Kale pulled in next to them. “It will be whatever we make it, the three of us. Relax and let it happen.”
    Kale opened her door and leaned in for a quick smack on the lips. “Hey, darlin’, did I interrupt a serious conversation?”
    “She’s worried about our expectations,” Riley told him.
    Kale grinned, offered her a hand to get out of the truck, then kept her next to his body. “We expect to make you happy. And when you’re happy, we’re happy.”
    Shoving at his chest, she laughed. “It can’t be that simple. Nothing is without conflict.”
    Kale dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “True, but when you care about someone, you work it out.”
    Riley walked around the truck. “Let’s get dinner and get home. It’s late, and we’re all tired.”
    “Yeah, let’s get some sleep and talk about this in the light of a new day.”
    There wasn’t any point in arguing. They were closing ranks on her, something she would have to put a stop to or she’d be lost in the testosterone cloud every time they disagreed. Tomorrow, she’d try a divide-and-conquer strategy. For now, go with the flow was the order of business.
    Riley and Kale took their places, falling in on each side of her as they walked into the restaurant, each one touching some part of her body. Kale’s arm was draped around her shoulders, and Riley held her hand. At least she’d never get cold, since the heat coming off the two men could warm a metal camper in December.
    “What would you like?” Riley asked when they stopped at the counter. The menu was on the wall, a huge list of the restaurant’s regular fare consisting of barbequed meats along with combination platters and