Free Monroe, Melody Snow - Leather and Lace [The Callens 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe

She sidled up to Jake.
    “Who was that?”
    “Two old friends. Hey, I see you got your cast off.”
    “Can you believe it? Finally. I can’t wait to ride.”
    “Let me help you with the saddle.”
    She normally would have done it herself, but her arm hadn’t completely regained its strength. “Thanks.”
    Once her quarter horse spotted her, he snorted and pranced. He was probably in as much need of a gallop as she was. She mounted and walked her horse outside. He was a bit skittish, and she warmed him up slowly. As she headed across her property, she inhaled the clean air, loving being in the saddle again. There was nothing more exhilarating than being in the refreshing Wyoming air surrounded by the mountains.
    As she rode toward the Watson property, she relived her whirlpool experience. A bit of heat raced up her body. At the image of Wade proudly standing before her, her pussy gushed again. Both men excited her, but she knew a relationship with them would never happen. There was something about her running a ranch that bothered them. Well, too damn bad .
    After an hour, she was beginning to fatigue and headed back to the barn. She was pleased at how well her arm was holding up. Her strength had returned more than she would have guessed. Once her horse got within sight of the place, he sped up. “Easy, boy.”
    She walked him into the barn. Jake was there.
    “How did it go?”
    “It was great to be back in the saddle.”
    “I’ll rub him down for you.”
    Why was he being so nice? “I can handle it.”
    “Never said you couldn’t. Just thought I’d do something to help.”
    If he was offering, why not? “I appreciate it.”
    “Say, are you going to watch the parade tomorrow?”
    Was he asking her out? She couldn’t lie. “Heath is picking me up.” That was safe to say. It wasn’t a date per se.
    “You need to watch those two.”
    She so didn’t want to get into a spitting match between those guys. “Thanks for the warning. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow there.”
    “You bet.”
    That was an awkward exchange. This was precisely why she shouldn’t date anyone. Not that going with Heath was a date, or so she tried to tell herself, but rumors might fly.
    Once she got home, she charged into the shower. Getting to wash her own hair without having to wrap her arm would be freeing. The hot water pulsed over her body. She scrubbed every inch, including her arm. There was a scar where the bullet penetrated, but in time, the redness should go away. To her, the injury was a badge of honor. It showed she was a survivor.
    After she ate the food Heath had prepared, she headed to bed. It was strange being in the house by herself. While she didn’t always interact with the men, especially if they came in late, she felt calm knowing one of them was there in case something happened.
    Between the whirlpool relaxing her muscles and the hour-long ride, she fell asleep right away. Morning came all too soon. She’d slept better than she had in weeks. Having the cast off was incredibly helpful. Since the sun was shining, she figured it might be hot standing around watching the parade. Instead of her normal jeans, she pulled on a thin pair and tugged on a short-sleeve T-shirt. In case the festivities went late, she decided to bring a denim jacket along.
    She’d just finished breakfast when the doorbell rang. Heath was early. She jogged to the door and pulled it open.
    Wade came instead. “Where’s Heath?”
    His hand slapped his chest. “You wound me. Heath’s busy and sent me instead. Can you handle that?”
    She couldn’t tell if he was challenging her or not. “Sure.”
    “You ready?”
    “Let me get my wallet.”
    She rushed back inside. In case she wanted to buy something, she wanted cash. As she walked out, she pulled her hair into a ponytail. It was great to be able to fix her own hair for a change.
    “How about leaving it down?”
    From the way his eyelids lowered, he wanted her to be more feminine. Maybe