Free Something Sinful This Way Comes [McQueen Was My Valley 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury

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    Xandra sighed. “Fake passports were a popular aspect of my ex’s business. But you could try, if you don’t think it’d take excessive work. Marcus or Cass could get you the information.”
    “Not at all. It’s all automated, for the clearance level my friend has.” Yeah. Nathan was “his friend.” In his work for the private military contractor, it was routine to put someone’s identity through a check, see what popped up. Lots of hilarious things would probably pop up with this group of fishermen. He’d find more people bouncing checks or driving too slow than haunting the Interpol watch list.
    But it made Nathan feel better offering to do it, so he went to the upper parking lot to bring his rental car down to the cabin. Xandra had brought his bag to the cabin earlier, so he took his laptop back to the cabin. Xandra and Julian were getting chatty, having already opened a bottle of wine. They were on the cabin’s deck that overlooked the ancient layers of sedimentary rock that made up the canyon walls. The canyon was so majestic and deep that a soaring golden eagle swept up over the lip of the crevice, probably more surprised to see Xandra and Julian than they were to see him.
    Out of habit, Nathan paused in the kitchen to eavesdrop on the pair. This wasn’t a loathsome habit of his—just part of his daily job routine.
    “He seems like a good man,” Julian was saying. “Of course I consider myself a good judge of character.”
    “Because you’re half Navajo?”
    “No, because I’m a game warden,” Julian laughed. “But you need to trust your safety to someone, and I’d go with this Officer Horowitz.”
    Unless you run a background on me . Or especially if you run a background on me.
    “Yes, I feel safe around him,” Xandra was saying, contrary to all reason.
    Ibn himar . I could’ve mauled her in my sleep last night, and she feels safe with me?
    Now she asked, “Do you have any clue who your poacher might be?”
    Julian snorted. “There are all sorts of suspicious characters out there, Xandra. I went down to the res and talked to the tribal police. ‘Longtree,’ he said, ‘I got one officer for seventy square miles of land, land that’s chock-full of alcoholic, drug-smuggling wife-beaters. Any one of them could be your man.’”
    “So he’s not going to help?”
    “This asshole’s making sure not to poach on res land. I was going to stake out one of his traps he’s set out with bait birds inside, but Nathan made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
    “Wish I could go on the stakeout with you. Cody, my ranch manager, told me that asshole has been cutting my fences, letting my cattle out. I’ll warn Cody to keep an eye out for poaching, too. In fact, I can do that now.”
    Xandra walked to the edge of the deck to raise Cody on her radio. Today she had dressed in what she must’ve considered to be a “western” mode. Brand new cowboy boots under a flouncy country-and-western skirt cinched by a fake turquoise-studded belt, and she even wore a checkered shirt with snaps up the front.
    This was a good time for a shower. The sweat that had slicked Nathan’s body from the run had now dried on his skin, and he was shivering.
    He stepped into the enclosure once the water was warm enough. Ah . Much better. Nathan washed away his shame from the perverted homosexual encounter underneath Sam’s Steeple. Really, Nathan? Truly? So soon? You just couldn’t hold out, couldn’t resist the charms of a Navajo game warden who just dug a bullet out of a deer carcass? His partner and lover was barely cold in the grave—no, he would not think about it now—and already he was permitting some damned game warden to jack him off on the edge of a cliff? What a fucking slut he was! First, he’d stripped naked and grabbed that poor lodge owner, Xandra, last night. Lord knows what else he had done. Then he just spread his thighs for the first deviant twinkie who grabbed his dick?
    Okay, Sergeant