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

cocooned in stacked stone, and the front windows were bracketed with dark wood shutters. Before her eyes, lights bloomed inside, and her thoughts jumped from the masculine nature of the home to who might be waiting inside.
    The garage door rose, and Riley turned the truck to enter the first bay. The middle door lifted for Kale, but the third door stayed down. Sara looked around the scrupulously tidy garage. Racks and pegboards lined the front wall, tools easily recognized and placed for convenience. Not a good sign for her. Organization was definitely not her strong suit, and clutter often prevailed at her apartment. Riley was distinctly a non-clutter kind of guy. Hopefully, he wouldn’t hold her messiness against her or expect her to maintain this level of compulsive neatness.
    She turned her head to the right, trying to look beyond Kale’s truck to see what was in the third bay, but it was too dark and Kale was already standing at her door. As she slid out of the seat and into his waiting arms, the garage doors began their descent. The sound of both doors hitting the concrete rumbled in her head. It was the sound of one part of her life ending and another beginning.

Chapter 11
     
    Riley led the way into the house through a laundry room and into a large open-concept kitchen. Kale set the bag from the restaurant on the table and unpacked the food while Riley got out plates. They worked in tandem like a well-oiled machine, and Sara’s thoughts flashed to other areas, other rooms in the house where they might work so smoothly together.
    Her heart thumped in her chest, heat rising and moving through her body. The unknown was calling her, burning her with anticipation and fear in equal measure. The thought of food was making her queasy. Or it could be hunger making her head spin. So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours, and her body was finally rebelling. She’d barely eaten when the men insisted, her stomach willing to participate but her head focused on her legal problems. Not to mention the two men trying to seduce her.
    She reached for a chair and swayed where she stood. Warm hands caught her from both sides, and she let herself be placed in a chair. Riley brought her a large glass of cold water, pressing it into her hands.
    “Drink. You’re probably dehydrated and hungry. Kale is fixing you a plate, and none of that salad stuff. You need real food. Don’t argue. Just eat.”
    Kale set a plate in front of her. Bless them both, they were already spoiling her. One third of the plate was piled high with grilled chicken, neatly cut into bite-sized cubes. A small baked potato sat next to the meat, containers of butter, sour cream, and bacon bits on the table nearby. Steamed mixed vegetables took up the rest of the plate, along with a warm roll. If she wasn’t careful, she’d weigh three hundred pounds in a month.
    Her stomach rumbled, and she decided to forget her diet woes and do as they instructed. She ate. After the first bite, they walked away, giving her a few minutes alone while they made their own plates. A sudden sense of loss filled her, followed closely by irritation. Apparently, her lack of nutrition and possibly her curiosity concerning the next few hours had her hormones in an uproar. She should not be feeling this attached to Kale and Riley. It was too soon.
    But when they joined her at the table, talking about the yard work that needed to be done and whether or not they’d need to go to the grocery store the next day, her body relaxed. Her heart reset its rhythm, and a sense of comfort settled in her chest. For some strange reason, she felt at home in this kitchen, surrounded by these two hunky, overbearing men who wanted to control her life and pamper her until she exploded into a huge mass of overindulgence gone wild.
    Sara smiled. It might be nice to let someone take care of her. Looking down at her plate, she realized the food was gone, consumed on autopilot while her brain worked through