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

side dishes.
    “You order while I read,” she said, her eyes skimming the offerings for something simple and nutritious. Listening to them recite their choices, she decided she could eat for a week on what they’d ordered. It got quiet, and she realized they were waiting on her.
    “Salad, please.”
    “Oh, come on, honey. You need more than a few greens to keep your body working.” Kale pulled her into his side.
    “I’m not a big eater, Kale.”
    He nodded at the man behind the counter, then Riley chimed in, adding a serving of roasted chicken and three desserts. Sara stepped away from Kale and crossed her arms.
    She waited.
    It took a few minutes for the men to notice her stance. Brows rose, but they didn’t get too close.
    “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Riley asked.
    Finally, one of them might listen. Might.
    “Why did you ask what I wanted if you were going to get me something else? Do I have any say in what goes on here?”
    “Of course, you have a say in everything, honey.”
    “Sara, you have a choice. Always a choice.”
    She waited, letting her eyes move from one to the other.
    Riley moved first, coming to stand right in front of her, his hands by his side. “Sara, we don’t want to take choices away from you. We want you to be pampered, taken care of completely.” Carefully, as if he expected her to flinch away from the contact, he cupped her cheek.
    She let him touch her but didn’t change her angry expression.
    “I admit both Kale and I are a little controlling.”
    “You think?” she replied.
    He grinned, which she’d expected. “Give us a chance. You might like being spoiled.”
    “I’ve been taking care of myself for years. I don’t need to be spoiled.” A little voice in her head wondered what it might be like to be spoiled by these bad boys. A few luscious images gave her pause. It might not be too bad, having both of them at her beck and call.
    “We can be very convincing, if you let us,” Kale whispered in her ear. When did he get close enough to croon the words? He was just standing at the counter a minute ago.
    “Think about it while we’re on the road.” Riley tugged on her hand. “You have about fifteen minutes.”
    Sara did as he asked. She couldn’t help it, the images flashing through her brain in a rapid slide show of all the ways they could spoil her. And damn if each new image wasn’t better than the one before. Maybe giving up a little of her freedom wasn’t a bad idea.
    They turned off the highway and onto a two-lane road bordered by trees and not much else. There were no streetlights, and the late hour kept her from seeing much of the landscape. After a few miles, they rounded a curve, and the lights of a large city could be seen in the distance.
    “Where exactly do you live?” she asked.
    “Out of town,” Riley said. “I have to work in Austin on occasion, but most of my clients are international, so I use my home office most of the time. Those lights in the distance are in Austin.”
    The truck slowed, and he turned right again, away from the lights. “It’s about a forty-five-minute drive on a good traffic day, but since I rarely use the space, it’s worthwhile to live out here. Easier to think in the peace and quiet.”
    They passed through a wide-open wrought iron gate with lights on each side, but once through the entrance, the only thing Sara could see was the paved road in front of the truck. In the distance, lights twinkled, illuminating the front doors of large houses set far apart and back from the road.
    Ultimate privacy.
    In light of the relationship she was entering into, Sara could appreciate the need for the semi-isolation of the homes, and she wondered if the other inhabitants of the neighborhood had similar lifestyles.
    Riley turned into a driveway, and lights blinked on as he progressed up the long drive. Halfway to the house, exterior lights illuminated the front door and the garage entrance. The large one-story dwelling was