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in the other. With a subtle nod, she
led them to a comfortable booth overlooking a green patch leading
to a river. “I’m curious because of the accent I hear.”
“You answer, Sakura. I need to use
the bathroom.” Molly looked at the hostess for help.
“Sorry, you’ll find it over in the
corner. Go down the hallway and the ladies’ room is the first door
on the left.” The woman pointed in the direction Molly needed to go
and she made quick work of going. “Now, I must know because you two
ladies sound different.”
“Well, I’m from Japan and my friend
is an Englishwoman who lives in Japan. We drove from Chicago, but
started this trip in North Carolina. It’s been a beautiful drive.
Each state seems different from the last, but we are
wiped.”
“My goodness, you two have traveled
quite a distance. Are you here to explore Yellowstone or passing
through?”
“We hope to see the park and
everything else Montana offers, but we’re actually here for
business.”
“Well, my name is Sunny and I’m
here most days. Come find me and I’ll give you ideas on what you
must see and do around here. Many of them aren’t listed in any tour
books.”
“We’ll definitely come to you for
information, although work comes first. We’re actually here to meet
with Matt and Ted Wilson, of the Big W cattle ranch. Maybe you know
them?” There was an aura of ease and comfort in being with this
woman. Unfortunately, the ridiculous question slipped out of her
mouth before she could stop it. America was a massive country and
Montana a big state. Because they were close to their ranch didn’t
mean everyone knew each other.
“What a small world. I know
them.”
“Really? I’m surprised. I never
expected to meet someone who knew the only people we actually know
in the entire country.”
A busboy came up and Sunny reached
out to load up the table with glasses of water before sitting down
with her.
“By the way, I’m Sakura and my
friend is Molly. We both work for Nakamura Enterprises and are here
to help set up the new cattle tracking program at the Big
W.”
“I see Matt and Ted all the time.
One or both of them come in for lunch most days. Back when Matt
first returned from his trip, I remember him mentioning something
about some new stiff regulations the Japanese government placed on
imported beef. Specifically beef coming from here.”
“The fallout from the last mad cow
scare in America was big overseas. These new measures were
necessary in order to bring it back to the world market. Japanese
people want American beef and we’re happy the Wilson brothers
weren’t scared away by all the checking and cross-checking now
required.”
“You’re beautiful and smart, like
Matt told me. I think the brothers are in serious trouble if you
ever want to leave.” Sunny smiled sweetly after setting that
ticking bombshell on the table and took a sip from her
drink.
Sakura was speechless. Did this
woman know why she was there in Montana? It certainly sounded like
it, but surely they hadn’t told everyone about them both wanting to
be with her. Then again, she had to be realistic. If she stayed,
she’d be living with two men. There was no way to hide the fact
from everyone, especially from people they considered friends. She
had to figure out if it mattered to her what others thought about
how they conducted themselves in private.
“You’re close with them, aren’t
you?” It was her turn for curiosity to push forward.
“I’ve known them since the day I
showed up in Gardiner as a kid. They’re both as nice and genuine
today as they were then. Good honest guys who, even at their
kinkiest, will always treat you with care. They are gorgeous, big
and strong, and lean toward the intense side, but remember you
control them, not the other way around.”
Kinkiest? With one word spoken
there was no doubt in her mind the other woman knew them, or at
least Matt. The man was beyond handsome, thoughtful of others,
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