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Wyoming Warriors 3

Commando Cowboys Seduce Their Woman Ellen Simmons is scared. When she signals the Commando Cowboys for help, Sahale Connor arrives at her door. His beautiful eyes, gorgeous body, and delicious scent stir feelings she's kept repressed. At the ranch, she discovers his best friend, Jack Talisman, affects her the same way. But Ellen doesn't trust men. Her marriage ended badly, and her former father-in-law had threatened her, if she said anything about them. She hadn't. But now she's in danger and doesn't know why. Sahale is told to question Ellen. He's to find out what she knows that makes someone want to shut her up. Sahale convinces Ellen to tell him some of her life story. When she does, his instinct tells him the man Ellen fears may be the one they seek. Sahale and Jack need to keep her safe, catch the man they'd been hunting, and convince Ellen to trust and love again. Genre: Contemporary, Multiple Partners, Western/Cowboys Length: 56,775 words

COMMANDO COWBOYS SEDUCE THEIR WOMAN Wyoming Warriors 3

Paige Cameron

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DEDICATION Carol, you have been my friend through all my ups and downs for over thirty years. Thank you for always being there.

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Chapter One Ellen Simmons was sure she was being followed. Yesterday and today she’d deliberately left work early, parked her car in front of her apartment instead of in the garage, and hurried inside. She unlocked her door and went to her bedroom. Standing to the side of the window, she looked out. Yes, the same van she’d spotted both days was parked down the street on the opposite side. Her heart was racing. Normally calm and rational, she was beginning to come unraveled. Without thinking, her fingers ran across the bracelet Sara had given her the last time she visited the ranch. “This is something I want you to have. Mitch gave it to me to keep me safe when I worked with him and Daren. The bracelet is specially made so the person wearing it can call for help.” Sara fastened the gold chain with a little heart hanging from it around Ellen’s wrist. “You’re all alone now that Morgan and I are living at the ranch. If you need us, just push the front of the heart in firmly. You’ll hear a click. And you don’t have to worry about bumping the heart charm. It won’t send a signal that easily. Also, the GPS will let our guys know wherever you are. The signal will go to Mitch or Daren. Promise me you’ll wear the bracelet at all times.”

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Ellen had reluctantly accepted her gift. She had no expectation of ever needing to use the bracelet. But there was one man she feared. He hadn’t contacted her in years. Yet she felt him out there, waiting. She was not going to panic. She’d feed Montlief and herself, and then decide whether to use the safety button. Montlief? She glanced around. Where was he? He hadn’t greeted her at the door, but she’d been so distracted she hadn’t noticed. “Montlief,” she called out as she went down the hall. Was that a whimper? She stopped and listened. Yes, coming from the front bathroom, where she kept one of his water bowls. She hurried to the doorway. Montlief was lying on the cool tile floor. He barely raised his head when she entered. His eyes were half-closed and he’d been sick. Something was wrong. She had to get him to a doctor. But as she grabbed her phone to call, something stopped her. They’d gotten to her dog to force her outside. But how? It didn’t matter. It was dark now. Panic flooded her system. Sit, think. Her fingers grasped the little heart and pushed against it. She heard the click Sara had described that told her the signal had been sent. Now what? She couldn’t wait too long or Montlief would die. What were the words, the signal to give Sara when she called? I’m fine? No. I haven’t heard from you in a while. That was it. Minutes seemed like hours. Ellen paced the floor between her living room and the bathroom. She knelt and brushed Montlief’s fur. “You’ll be all right. Help is coming soon.” She hoped. The phone rang, making her jump. She ran into the living room and grabbed the receiver. “Hello.” “Ellen, it’s Sara. I was thinking of you.” “I haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you?” “We’re all fine. You should see Caitlin. She’s growing fast. She’s going to be very tall. How are you doing?” “I’m fine, but Montlief is not so good.”

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“Sorry to hear that. He should see a vet soon.” “I agree. I’ll see to it.” When she hung up, Ellen knew from Sara’s words that someone was close, here in Rhodes Creek. He was tall, and if she understood correctly, he was a veterinarian. He’d be here soon. Her panic eased a little. But to help her dog, he’d better get here now. **** Sahale Connor had been trailing the men in the tan van for several days. Daren had sent him to keep a watch on Sara’s friend Ellen. Since Sahale rarely went on jobs stateside, he was the one least likely to be recognized. He wouldn’t need a disguise. Tonight he’d ridden a motorcycle and parked one street over. He’d blended into the shadows where he could watch the van and the windows of Sara’s friend Ellen’s apartment. His cell vibrated in his pocket. He read the message and headed back to his bike. Gunning the motor, he swung around the corner, slowed, and found a place to park near Ellen’s car. He took his time unfastening his helmet. He reached into his leather saddlebag and took out a paper sack to carry inside. Days ago he’d managed to have a key made for the lock on the entrance door to the apartments. He took his time and strolled to the entrance. A man came out as he was going in. Sahale greeted him, then walked to the elevators. He’d already checked out the place one day when he first got to Rhodes Creek. Number thirty-nine was the last door on the left, on the third floor. When the elevator doors opened, he strode quickly down the hall and rang the bell once, then twice rapidly. A fairly tall, brown-haired woman opened the door a crack. She’d left her chain fastened. Like that would help her if I wanted to bust in. “I’m Sahale, a friend of your friend.” Golden-brown eyes studied him from his head to his feet. “I can help your dog, but not from out here.”


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Apparently satisfied, she undid the chain and opened her door. “Montlief is in the bathroom, the first door on the left in the hall.” He stopped a second to see she was locking the door, then took long strides to the bathroom. A beautiful dog, of mixed heritage, but more golden retriever than anything else, lay almost motionless on the floor. Her scent preceded her. He looked up as she walked in the door. “How long has your dog been this way?” “I don’t know. It happened while I was at work. Sara indicated you’re a veterinarian. Can you help him? He’s like my family.” “I’m going to try.” Sahale reached in the bag he’d brought with him. Inside were small packets of medicine and herbs. “Take these two, put them in a cup of warm water, and mix until they dissolve.” Ellen nodded and hurried away. “We’ll have you feeling better soon.” Sahale rubbed his hand across the dog’s golden coat. “At least I hope we will. Time is of the essence, and we don’t know how or when you got the poison.” Gently, he checked the dog all over. He seemed fine. It almost had to be something he ate or drank. Ellen came hurrying in with the cup. “I hope this isn’t too hot. I have a faucet that is attached to a reservoir. The reservoir keeps the water hot all the time.” Her hands were shaking. Sahale took the cup. “Sit, before you collapse.” Her eyes sparkled with defiance. “I am not one of those silly women that becomes hysterical or collapses.” “Sit now!” “Well, oh, all right.” She sat on the side of the tub and watched him. He tested the temperature of the mixture, and then got Montlief to take the liquid, sip by sip. Sahale had to force himself to concentrate on her dog. Ever since she’d opened the door the first time, and he’d smelled her particular fragrance, he’d been attuned to her.

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At first glance, her appearance was unremarkable. A tall woman on the slim side, with her brown hair pulled into a tight bun. She wore tailored brown slacks with a white shirt. And yet he found himself wanting to touch her cream-colored skin, to pull the pins out of her hair and run his fingers through the strands, to carry her into her bedroom and bury his hard cock in her pussy. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. This was not like him at all. He was known for his control and intense concentration. “Is he all right? I saw you shake your head.” Montlief’s breathing had returned to a more normal rate. Sahale checked his eyes. “We hopefully got to him in time. I’ll know more when I can check him at the ranch, where I have more sophisticated machines and medicine.” But I’m afraid I’m not all right, and there’s no medicine to cure me. “We’re going to the ranch?” “Yes, as soon as the team gets here. They’ll signal me. I’ll carry Montlief out. You follow right beside or behind me. When we get out the door, run to the black SUV. If it works as planned, we’ll have you and your dog in the SUV and away before we have to fight the guys parked in the tan van. Pack your clothes. You won’t be back here for some time.” **** Ellen walked to the door of the bathroom and stopped before she went out. She looked down at Montlief and the man kneeling beside him. When Sara had emphasized his height, she’d been surprised. All the men from the Wyoming ranch were large. She’d wondered if they fed them some special vitamins. But Sahale was one of the taller men she’d met. He must be six foot four or five inches tall. She’d been afraid to let him in until he mentioned he could help her dog. He had towered over her and her small living room. He wore a


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black T-shirt over his broad shoulders and chest, lean hips were encased in worn jeans, and he had on scuffed boots. But the most intriguing aspect about him was his aquamarine eyes. His golden skin, high cheekbones, and black hair made her suspect he was part Native American. His eyes were a beautiful oddity that didn’t fit the rest of him. “Are you going to stare at me or get your clothes packed?” His mouth curved in a slight smile. He stood and walked up to her, into her space. “Not that I mind. Later, you can look at me and touch me all you want. This just isn’t the time.” His words slid across her skin like warm honey. She was mesmerized looking into the depths of his eyes. His scent swirled around her head. Musk, man, desire were the words that came to her mind as she breathed in. A coil of need tightened in her lower abdomen. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to. Sahale leaned down and touched his smooth lips to hers. She gasped and his tongue took the opportunity to slip inside her mouth and caress, tease, and taste her. He tasted of mint and something else, elusive. She hungrily moved her tongue around his to get more of his essence. He gently pushed her back and turned her toward the hall. “Go.” She fled. What was she thinking? She never let a man get close to her. Well, seldom, and they had to have known each other for a year or more. She had kept most men at arm’s length, ever since she’d married too quickly and regretted it forever. With shaking hands she pulled her suitcases out of the storage part of her closet and threw clothes inside, underwear, jeans, pants, a few dresses, and toiletries. All of her things were packed when she closed the two suitcases and one small bag. She didn’t know what to do now. Waiting had never been her forte. But she didn’t dare go back to the bathroom. His kiss and her reaction had unnerved her. She paced back and forth in the small bedroom. It seemed hours since she’d talked with Sara. She peeked out the window. The tan van still sat in the

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same spot. Sahale came to her door. “They’ll be here soon. Leave the light on. If you turn it off, the people in the van will think you’re going to bed and head up here. My guess is this is about the time you usually go to sleep.” “Your guess, or have you been watching me, too?” “Daren and Mitch thought you needed someone near. You’ve been to the ranch. Whoever the head guy is in all of this, he might think you know more than you do.” “I never knew you were around, but I got the sense yesterday that I was being followed. Today, I was certain.” “You would never have spotted me.” “You’re that good?” “Yeah.” He didn’t speak in a bragging manner, but confident and assured. “I think you’d be a dangerous man to have for an enemy.” Sahale grinned. “I am.” “Thank you for helping my dog and watching over me.” “I intend to watch over you for a very long time.” Ellen turned away from the intense expression on his face. He was making her body come to life, feel again in ways she didn’t want. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll have to stay at the ranch that long.” When he didn’t reply she glanced over her shoulder. He was gone. She heard him speaking with someone. She found him in the hall on his phone. He clicked the cell shut. “It’s time. One of our men is coming up to the apartment. I’ll get Montlief. You follow me. Our guy will be right behind you carrying your suitcases.” The orders came fast as he walked toward the door and waited for the knock. A tall man dressed all in black came inside. She showed him her bags. Sahale lifted Montlief into his arms and led the way out. The man with the suitcases stopped for a second and locked her door while Sahale got the elevator.


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At the front door, Sahale spoke softly, “Remember, keep right behind me. Now.” They walked quickly to the large, black SUV. Sahale and Montlief were pulled inside as other hands grabbed her. The man with her suitcases followed. It was done in silence and perfect coordination. Two men stood at either side of the vehicle holding rifles. “They’ve seen us. Let’s go,” one of the men said as they jumped in and slammed the door shut. The SUV charged out of the parking spot, swerved, and moved fast along the street. Ellen couldn’t see anything, but thought she heard a bullet hit the metal side. She looked around. The SUV had been redesigned with no seats, and a wall had been placed in the front between the driver and the back. Various equipment was fastened along the inside walls. Montlief had been put down on a blanket. She watched as Sahale hooked up an IV to her dog, took a syringe, and put medicine into the IV drip. “Are you all always so prepared?” The men around her grinned. Sahale glanced at her. “We try to be. I’d asked them to bring some of the supplies I keep on the plane.” Suddenly the SUV turned left, throwing Ellen to the side. One of the men had started to catch her, but Sahale was there first. He pulled her into his arms and sat against the front wall of the vehicle. “Hold on. I think your friends are trying to stop us.” She jerked in his arms. “Don’t worry. They won’t. Ethan’s driving, and no one beats him.” “I’m all right.” Ellen tried to sit up away from his hard, enticing body. His strong arms pulled her back. His legs surrounded her. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, “Relax, little one. I’m not letting go.” Heat from his warm breath and his words set a fire running through her. She was so hot, and her breasts were tight in her bra. Part

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of her wanted to run far, far away, and part of her never wanted to leave his side. She wasn’t certain which she was more afraid of—the men coming after them, or the man holding her in his arms.


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Chapter Two They’d lost the men in the van, and the SUV had slowed down a fraction. When they arrived at the airport, the plane was ready for takeoff. Two of the men gently carried Montlief aboard. Ellen and Sahale followed close behind. Once all the men were inside, the door was shut and the plane taxied down the runway. As soon as the light came on to release seat belts, Sahale and his assistant started to walk to the back of the plane to work on Montlief. Ellen stood to go with them. “Stay here. I’ll let you know how he is doing after I’ve checked him over. On this plane we’re equipped to handle any type of medical emergency. He’ll be well taken care of, believe me.” She frowned, but reluctantly sat back in her seat. Daren crossed to sit by her. “Are you all right? Sara’s been worried.” “I’m fine. Why did you all think these men would come after me?” “They see you as an extension of us now. Whoever wants you taken expected he’d get valuable information out of you.” “But”—she started to say she didn’t know anything about them. But on her last visit with Sara and Morgan, with their husbands’ permission, they had shared some information. Ellen now knew they were both married to two men, which Ellen had begun to suspect. They also told her about the men having unusually well-developed senses and strength. “Would the little I know harm you all?” “Maybe not, but they’d keep trying to get more out of you. They wouldn’t have believed that’s all you knew.”

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She shivered. “I’m glad Sara and Morgan are so happy. Still, when you and your men came into our lives it turned them upside down.” “True, and right now you feel like the last man out.” “I’m not jealous. I just miss them.” Daren nodded. “Maybe we can find a job for you on the ranch. If Mitch agrees, we might make an exception and let you stay. If you’d like to live there.” “I don’t know what I want, except I want Montlief to be all right.” “Fair enough. You can give me an answer anytime.” He stood and walked down the hall in the direction Sahale had taken. Sahale and Daren returned shortly before the time to land. Sahale sat beside her. “Montlief is doing much better. I did some blood work and gave him more medicine. By tomorrow we’ll know if he’s going to make it.” She nodded and looked out the window. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and she hated for people to see her cry. Sahale’s hand wrapped around hers. “When things settle down, I want to show you some of the ranch you haven’t seen. I think you’d like to see some of the bluffs and the wild horses.” He talked quietly to her as she fought to get her composure. He didn’t ask questions or try to comfort her other than holding her hand. He was just there, a solid, warm wall blocking her from the others’ view. How did he know just what she needed? If he’d said words trying to comfort her, she’d have lost it. Instead, his voice, as he talked of the ranch, rolled over her like a warm blanket. Her body gradually relaxed, the tears went away, and her strength returned. After the landing, the door was opened and the men hurried down the steps to their cars. The night was dark and cool. Daren came to her side at the bottom of the steps. “Sahale is going with Montlief to our animal hospital. You’re coming with me. Sara will have a cup of hot chocolate waiting for you.”


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“Thank you for everything.” Daren put his arm across her shoulders and guided her to his truck. “That’s what family is supposed to do, take care of each other.” **** Jack Talisman walked across the yard and down a dusty lane to the back of the animal hospital. He’d heard Sahale was back, and knew he’d be there. Jack had wanted to go straight to the main ranch house where Daren had taken Ellen, but it was too late for a visit. He’d have to be patient and wait for morning. He opened the door and went into the first exam area. “Sahale, how’s her dog doing?” “Better. I’m running some more tests to try and determine what he ingested.” “How’d they get to him locked inside Ellen’s apartment?” Jack stood beside Sahale watching him work. Sahale raised his head. “That’s what I’d like to know. But they had to have had a key made. The same as me. There was no evidence of a break-in.” “I’m glad it was decided to send you to keep an eye on her.” “Yes. They’d have taken her tonight. While she was packing I slipped into her guest bedroom. It faces the street. They’d started to cross over to her apartment. I turned on the light and let them see my shadow. They turned and went back to the van.” Sahale looked across at his assistant. “You stay with Montlief tonight. I’ll have someone relieve you in a few hours.” He turned, took off his gloves, washed his hands, and led Jack to his office. “I think they called whoever the boss is, and he must have told them to wait it out, expecting me to leave.” Sahale sank into his chair. Jack poured them both a cup of coffee, closed the door, and sat across from him. “What do you think?” “You were absolutely right. She’s the one for us. As soon as she

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opened the door, her scent floored me, strong and sweet.” “That’s what I noticed when I went to take care of Morgan. She came in with the lab results, and thankfully Morgan had all her attention. I almost leaned over to sniff her hair. My reaction felt like the description I’d heard from friends when they met the right woman. I wasn’t certain, because I had little time with her. “She’s not going to be easy to convince that we’re the men she should marry. I did have time to notice she had protective walls up high.” “We can break them down. I had the advantage of having her alone when she couldn’t leave. I invaded her space a few times as an experiment to see how she’d respond. I kissed her. As far as I’m concerned, she’s going to be our wife. We just have to slowly seduce her around to our way of thinking.” Jack grinned. “That should be fun. I’m going to the ranch house first thing in the morning to renew our acquaintance. You going with me?” “I’m going to get some sleep on my cot over there and stay here until her dog is out of danger. I’ll let you have the fun in the morning. She’ll come to me soon enough. In fact, why don’t you bring her for a visit in the morning? She’s going to want to see Montlief.” “What a name for a dog.” “Yeah, funny. She loves him. Which shows she has the capability to love. Right now, for some reason, she’s directed it all on him. I’m going to find out who or what sent her into her protective shell.” “See you in the morning.” Jack put his empty cup down and left the facility. He took long strides back to the large cabin he and Sahale shared. Well, usually one of them was gone, so it wasn’t often they were home at the same time. He lay on his bed and closed his eyes, remembering when he’d last seen Ellen. He’d told her he’d see her again. She’d gone all frosty on him and said she doubted it. He wasn’t going to sleep anymore tonight. His thoughts were too much on her and how she’d look when


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he greeted her in the morning. **** Surprisingly, Ellen had slept. When she opened her eyes, sunlight was coming around the sides of the drawn curtain. Wow, after she drank the hot chocolate and ate the sandwich Sara had given her, she’d gone to bed and straight to sleep. Montlief? She jumped out of bed. She had to check on him. She’d shower, dress, and get Sara to take her to him. She hurried, and it was barely seven thirty when she came out of her room and walked toward the living room. Sara had pointed out the kitchen and told her, if she was up first, to go there for breakfast. Ellen took long strides into the big, sunny kitchen. A woman was stirring something in a large pot. “Come in. I’m Tessa, the cook. Have a seat at the table by the window. You can join Jack for breakfast.” Jack? Ellen glanced around the woman at a small table set in an alcove surrounded by windows. “Good morning, Ellen.” Jack had stood. “I told you we’d meet again.” Ellen hesitated before walking across the room to the table. The doctor she’d met briefly when Morgan had been drugged was standing by the table. Something about him had bothered her. She hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind. When he’d stepped up to her at the door that day she’d been annoyed. He’d warned her not to speak of what she’d seen. Like she was a gossip and would go out and tell everyone. But more than that had worried her. Her heart rate had sped up at his nearness, and when she looked into his eyes she’d felt a response in her body. She’d almost run out of the building. Reluctantly she walked toward him. His dark blond hair fell over his forehead, sherry-colored brown eyes looked deep into hers, and

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her body tingled with the same unusual awareness. “I won’t bite,” he said in a whisper when she got close. He leaned down to her. “Or at least not unless you ask me to.” A shiver went down her spine. She forced herself to straighten and glare at him. She slipped into the seat across from where he’d been sitting. He sat back down. “What would you like to eat?” Tessa broke into the silence surrounding them. It took an effort to remove her attention from him and look at Tessa. “I don’t want much. I’m going to find my way to the animal hospital. I have to see my dog.” “She’ll have the same as me, Tessa. I’ll take you to see— Montlief, is it?” “How do you know his name?” “Sahale and I are good friends, distant cousins, actually. I checked with him last night. Montlief was doing better. Sahale was still running tests. He slept at the hospital in case Montlief’s condition changed and he was needed. Montlief is in good hands. You need to eat.” “We’ll put some weight on those bones,” Tessa teased. She put two plates in front of them loaded with bacon, eggs, potatoes, and biscuits. “I’ll never be able to eat all this,” Ellen protested. But the food did smell wonderful. She started eating and didn’t stop. Tessa smiled. “No one can resist my cooking.” Satisfied, she went back to her stove. Ellen sat back and took a sip of her coffee. Jack smiled at her. His smile and twinkling eyes set her heart racing. “Don’t you have work to do?” “Trying to get rid of me? It won’t be that easy.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. But I don’t want to interfere with your plans.” “Wouldn’t you like to see our hospital? It’s modern. We have all


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the most up-to-date equipment and a full staff. I’m one of the internists.” “You seem young to have all those qualifications.” “I’m thirty-two. I’ve been back home here doctoring since I was thirty. Sahale’s been doctoring animals the past three years. He’s got all the qualifications, and an innate sense about what they need.” She glanced away and noticed Tessa had left the kitchen. Uneasy, she moved her legs and bumped into Jack’s. “Sorry.” “You’re uncomfortable now that you’ve noticed Tessa isn’t here. Who made you frightened of men?” His brow had creased and he leaned toward her. “I’m not frightened. I just don’t trust most men.” She hoped he’d leave the subject alone. She wasn’t one to tell her life story to strangers. She hadn’t even told her two best friends. She hadn’t realized she was twisting her hands until Jack reached across and put his hand over hers. Her heart jumped. She tried to pull back, but he held onto her. “You can touch me and Sahale. I know you don’t believe me, yet. You will learn that we’ll always protect you.” “Always is a long time. I’ll be gone soon. And men’s promises only last until they want to end them.” This time when she yanked on her hands, he let them go, and her heart sank. To hide her confused feelings, she jumped up and took her dishes to the sink. She rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher. Jack came and stood beside her while he rinsed his. His tall body and wide shoulders dwarfed her. She was as tall as, or taller than, many men. None of them, even the ones taller than her, had ever made her feel feminine. Only Sahale and Jack gave her the sensation of being smaller, and very much a woman. Ellen raised her head, not realizing how close Jack was to her. She stared into his eyes as his face came closer and his mouth lightly moved across her lips. An ache of need and desire sharpened in her

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lower abdomen. She jumped back and put her arms out. “Stop. What do you think you’re doing?” His mouth curved up on one side. “Kissing your sweet mouth.” “Don’t. We’ve only just met. Back off.” He stepped back, but his laughter rang out in the kitchen. “Oh, honey, you are going to be so much fun to seduce.” His voice dropped into a sexy whisper when he said the last word. Ellen ran out of the kitchen. “I’ll be waiting out front to take you to see Montlief.” His words followed her as she hurried down the hall to the room Sara had given her for the night. She sat on her bed and tried to calm down. She was shivering, but she wasn’t cold. Her body was hot and jittery. Deep breaths would help. He was waiting. If she only knew where the animal hospital was, she’d slip out the back and go by herself. Finally, when she had regained most of her control, she walked out the front door. He leaned against the rail. Sunlight glinted off of blond hair, and his brown eyes shone with mischief. He looked the picture of a cowboy in his jeans, open-neck blue shirt, and boots, with his hat tilted back on his head. A large horse was tied to the rail behind him. Surely he didn’t expect her to ride on his horse, with him? “Feeling better?” His words taunted her. “I’m fine. Where’s your truck,” she asked, hoping it would materialize. “Devil will carry us both.” “What kind of name is that for a horse?” He shrugged. “Better than Montlief for a dog.” “I’ll have you know Montlief is a fine name.” She’d moved closer without realizing it. She poked her finger at his hard chest as she finished speaking. “Devil earned his name when I was training him to the saddle. He was fiendish in his determination not to give in.” “But he did.”


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Chapter Three Montlief raised his head when she went into the room where he had been sleeping on a bed made of soft blankets. He stood on his legs and slowly walked to her. “Oh, Montlief, you are better.” She knelt and hugged his neck as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I was so worried about you.” As though he understood, he licked her face. “We’ll keep him a few more days. Apparently he didn’t eat much of the poison, and threw some of that up. A full dose would have killed him,” Sahale said. Ellen stood and impulsively threw her arms around him. “Thank you so much.” She started crying harder. Now that she knew Montlief was going to recover, the fear and anxiety came out in floods of tears and shaking. Sahale wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Jack, who’d brought her and then stepped back, came forward and rubbed her shoulders and neck. For what seemed a long time, she stood in their circle as their warmth and security comforted her. As her tears slowed and the shaking stopped, Jack stepped back. Sahale loosened his grip. “I’m so embarrassed. I never cry or fall apart.” “You’ve been through a lot the past few days. I’d be concerned if you didn’t react,” Sahale said. Now that she had settled down, it dawned on her that both of them had been touching her, comforting her. A rush of heat went to her face. Jack sauntered across the room from where he’d been leaning


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against the wall. His fingers ran across her cheek. “You’re blushing.” She frowned at him and turned to go to the door. “I need to see Sara and Morgan.” “Morgan left this morning on a trip with Ethan. She’ll be back in a few days,” Jack said, still closing in on her. Taking long strides to the door, she spoke over her shoulder. “I can find my way back to Sara’s.” A hand reached over her head and shut the door she’d opened. She already recognized their different scents. Sahale was at her back. He touched her shoulder. “I have a meeting with Daren at the ranch house. I’ll take you in my truck.” She’d let out a sigh of relief when he added, “Do you want a ride to your office, Jack?” “Sure.” Ellen had turned to face them. “What about Devil? You can’t just leave him here.” “My assistant will walk him to the barn. It’s not far.” Sahale put his arm around her shoulder. “Come on then, let’s go.” They put her in the middle. She was dwarfed by their large bodies. In spite of her trying to hold herself in place, every time they hit a bump or took a turn, she ended up leaning against one of them. Jack’s office was in the hospital. After they dropped him off, Ellen moved across the seat next to the right-side door. Sahale glanced at her, but didn’t make a comment. When he stopped in front of Sara’s home and Daren’s office, she jumped out and ran inside. “There you are. Tessa told me you had breakfast with Jack. I thought he must have taken you to see Montlief.” Sara glanced behind Ellen. “Hello, Sahale. Thank you for rescuing my friend and taking care of her dog.” “I was happy to do it, Sara. Is Daren in the office?” “Yes, he and Mitch are waiting to talk with you.”

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Ellen watched Sahale stroll down a short hall off the main room. His body was poetry in motion. Wide shoulders, lean hips, and long legs all moving confidently forward. His black hair was pulled back and held with a piece of leather. She wondered how he’d look with it loose around his face. “You’ve got it bad.” “What? Did I miss something?” “I’ve spoken to you twice. You never heard me.” Sara smiled at her as though she’d read her thoughts. Ellen took a deep breath. “I’m not myself. All the fear over Montlief and men following me seems to have rattled my brain.” “I won’t tease you. If you want to call it rattling your brain, you can.” “I have no idea what you are talking about,” Ellen protested. “Yes you do. Let’s go visit with Caitlin for a few minutes, and then we’ll go riding.” “Good, I’d like that.” She followed Sara to Caitlin’s room. At least I’ll have time to get myself under control before I see Sahale or Jack again. **** “Sit down.” Mitch directed Sahale to a seat. “Good work on getting Ellen out of there and saving her dog.” “It was your and Daren’s idea to send me. I was in the right place at the right time.” “You think they planned to take her last night?” Mitch asked. “I’m sure. They poisoned her dog thinking she’d panic and go out to take him to the vet. She probably would have. Not in panic, but because she had to do something for him. They’d have followed and cornered her before she got there. “Having Sara’s bracelet worked well. I was right around the corner watching her apartment and the van when I got the message to


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go in.” Daren looked across at Sahale from where he had slouched in his chair. “Mitch and I are wondering what they expected to get out of her. Sure, she’s been here several times, but she wouldn’t know as much as Bill must have told them. Although he gave them little information.” “Sara says Ellen was married. She’s never discussed anything about her ex-husband with her two best friends. Even being a private person it’s strange she’s said nothing,” Mitch said. Daren sat straight and leaned forward. “We need to know what they want from her. My guess is it relates to her ex-husband. If we let her stay, we have to know all about her first, before making that decision. I offered her the chance to make this her home. She’s considering the possibility.” “You think I can get her to tell me?” “You’ve done it with others,” Mitch reminded him. “Maybe I better tell you that Jack and I are determined to marry her.” “Shit.” Mitch sat back and stared at Sahale. “We’re going to go through all of this again. The men who need to do the job are distracted by their hormones.” Daren sank back into his chair and grinned. “The day we met Sara had deeper ramifications than we expected. Thank goodness she doesn’t have any more friends for our warriors to meet.” Sahale shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Until all the warriors are wed, the same thing is going to happen. Once we scent the right one, there’s no fighting it.” “No. Justin proved that when he tried with Morgan,” Mitch said. “Will you talk with her and find out what we need?” Daren asked. “Yes, but not in my usual way. I’ll get her to agree to tell me her story. She’ll want to know the reason. I’m going to be truthful. It’s going to be hard enough as it is to get her trust.” “Are you sure she’s the one for you two? She has always seemed

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reserved, not friendly, and a little hard,” Mitch said. “Wait until we unwrap the whole package. You’ll be surprised at what we uncover. She’s hidden herself well under protective layers. We’re sure she’s the right one.” “All right,” Mitch said. “Keep in contact.” Sahale looked around for Ellen on his way out, but Tessa told him she’d gone riding with Sara. He’d check on Montlief, then talk with Jack. He had an idea of how to get Ellen aside and ask her about the information they needed. He wished this had come later, after he and Jack had gotten closer to her in terms of knocking those walls down. But he understood the urgency to know what she had those guys wanted. From past experience, those types of men weren’t afraid to make risky moves to get whatever it was. Montlief barked enthusiastically when he saw Sahale. Sahale knelt beside him and rubbed along his flank. “You’re feeling better, buddy. I’m sure Ellen’s going to be by here to see you soon.” “She’s already been by,” one of his assistants said. “She and Sara stopped for a few minutes.” “Good.” Sahale gave Montlief a pat and walked down the hall to check on the other animals. He had a full day’s work that needed to be done in half a day. **** Ellen and Sara rode across the colorful prairie. Wildflowers of yellow, red, and white waved in the breeze, creating the illusion of a rollicking sea. Overhead the sky was an intense blue, and off in the distance, snow-covered mountains rose majestically to the sky. An eagle floated overhead on the thermal waves. “It really is a beautiful place,” Ellen said. “I love it here. Of course, my husbands are here and that helps, but I think I’d love this land anyway. The vastness, the quiet, and the


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peace.” “Was it difficult to decide to marry two men and adjust to that lifestyle?” Ellen’s face heated. She had to ask someone. She knew Sara would give her an honest answer. “Yes about deciding. I struggled with my love for them, and the fact that their lifestyle was so different than any I’d envisioned for myself.” “What was the deciding factor?” “I suppose a number of things. But mainly, I loved Mitch and Daren so much I couldn’t picture myself without them in my life. Once I realized love was more important than anything else, the rest fell into place.” Sara turned in her saddle to look at Ellen. “Are you beginning to have feelings for Sahale and Jack?” Ellen started to deny the truth, but this was Sara. They didn’t lie to each other. “They’re both a bit overwhelming in size. Of course I’m grateful to Sahale for saving Montlief, and for Jack helping Morgan.” Ellen stared across the land at the mountains as they slowly rode along. “But there is something more. I don’t want to feel anything but gratitude toward them,” she said and heard the frustration in her voice. “Give yourself time to settle in here. I’ve arranged for you to stay in the cabin Morgan used. You could stay with us, but if you are seriously thinking of living here you need to see how it would be on your own. Time will solve whatever is going to be or not be between you and Sahale and Jack.” “I’d like the cabin. I hate imposing on you, and I’m used to being on my own.” “Enough serious talk. Let’s ride.” Sara took off across the open space. Ellen rode slowly for a few more minutes thinking about all that had happened this past twenty-four hours. As Sara said, time would solve many of her questions. Sara was a dim spot on the horizon.

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She’d better catch up with her friend. They stopped under a small group of trees and sat in the shade. Sara pulled a thermos, two cups, and sandwiches out of her saddle bag. “Tea, peanut butter sandwiches, and dessert.” Sara reached back in and pulled out a bag of chocolate chip cookies. “I love stopping for lunch.” “Who takes care of Caitlin while you’re gone?” “She doesn’t even miss me. Mrs. Stiles is one of the wives that has helped me since Caitlin was born. Caitlin loves her and Phillip. He dotes on her and thinks she can do no wrong. Mitch and Daren insisted I have help. And I’m going to really need them in about seven months.” Ellen stared at Sara. “You’re pregnant.” Sara grinned. “Yes.” “Have you told your husbands?” “Not yet.” Sara sighed. “They get so overprotective I’ve decided to wait until I’m three months along. Six months of being treated like I’m made of fine crystal is long enough. Surprisingly, though, they were great during the delivery and birth.” “They’re going to be upset you waited to tell them.” “I know. I may relent and tell them sooner. I think they may already suspect. What about you, Ellen? Have you thought about having children if you and Sahale and Jack get married?” “Sara, I can’t marry them, even if I wanted to.” “Why not?” Sara reached out and wiped the tear off Ellen’s cheek. “Don’t misunderstand. I’m very happy for you. But I don’t think I can have children. In fact, I’m almost certain I can’t, and they’d want a family,” her words rushed out. “You’ve never talked about your marriage and divorce.” “I never will.” “Sometimes it helps to get whatever hurt you out in the open.” Sara hesitated. “You didn’t have any children, and you think it’s your fault?”


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“I know it is. He has three now.” Ellen got up and gathered their cups and paper plates. “Can we go back to the ranch house?” Her insides hurt like she’d torn something and the area was bleeding and raw. “I’d really like to go back.” “Sure, no problem. I’m sorry I asked too many questions.” Ellen didn’t answer. It took all her effort to keep from sobbing. She really had to get hold of herself. Where was the strong woman she’d been these past ten years? Inside, she was crumbling. She didn’t like it, and didn’t know how to stop.

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Chapter Four “I’m here, Sahale,” Justin called down the hall. Sahale came out of his office. He glanced at his watch. He’d asked Justin to cover for him this afternoon and Justin had agreed. “You’re early. I could have stayed another hour or so.” “No problem. You’ll return the favor sometime when I need it. Morgan and Ethan aren’t due back for a few more days, so I have lots of spare time.” “You miss her?” “Like a part of myself. I never thought I could love a woman so much.” “I appreciate the help. Mitch and Daren want me to talk to our new visitor about why the bad guys are after her.” “Good luck in getting anything out of her. She’s always been quiet and reserved around us. Doesn’t say anything personal.” “I’ll give it a try. See you later.” Sahale got in his truck and headed to Jack’s office. He wanted to discuss his plan with Jack. Since it was lunchtime, the waiting room was empty. Sahale went back to Jack’s office and found him eating a sandwich and studying a medical book, as he’d expected. “Didn’t you get enough of that in medical school?” Jack raised his head, grinned, and motioned Sahale in. “This was written by one of our own doctors. The information relates specifically to our people, and the physical differences between us and the regular earth human. Although we’ve intermarried with them, we still have to consider our divergent aspects.” “Can you take a moment from your interesting studies?”


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“Sure, what’s up? I bet it relates to Ellen.” “Mitch and Daren want me to question her,” Sahale said and told him about their meeting. “You were right to insist on being up-front with her. Of course, that will make your job more difficult.” “My plan is to take her to my cabin at the foot of the mountains. That’s where I’ll ask her.” “You’re moving our plan of seduction forward faster than we planned?” “Yes.” “I trust your instincts.” “Thanks. I’m going to take her there tomorrow. Until then, I suggest we stay away and let her think about us.” “I’ve got a full day at the office and rounds tonight that will keep me busy. Is Justin going to cover for you?” “I’m sure he will. My grandmother sent word this morning she wants to see me. My next stop this afternoon is to visit her.” “Keep me informed.” “Always.” Sahale strode out and back to his truck. It was a twohour drive to his grandmother’s. He’d better get started. **** Grandmother Minda was his mother’s mother. From her, Sahale had learned most of his knowledge about his Native American heritage. Like her name, which meant knowledge, she was known as a wise woman. Many people visited her requesting guidance. She seldom asked Sahale to visit. But he made regular trips to see her each week, on one of his days off. He suspected she was aware of the changes beginning to occur in his life. All his life she’d had an uncanny knowledge regarding him. More than once her warnings had prevented him from being harmed. What would he do if she said to not pursue Ellen? He had always

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followed her suggestions to his benefit. He speeded up. Restlessness stirred inside him. He did not want to choose between his grandmother’s advice and the woman he’d chosen to be his. The drive had seemed endless. Finally, he spotted her small cabin set in the middle of an area between two high bluffs. The river curved between the bluffs and behind her house. Sahale parked in front. His boots made a loud noise on the wood porch. “It is my grandson who steps so heavily at my door,” Minda said. She always teased him about being heavy footed. “In my bare feet no one hears me. It is the boots, Nanna,” he said, his usual response. Sahale grinned and hugged the tiny, white-haired woman when she came to the door and opened it. “Come inside. You have reacted quickly to my request for a visit.” “Of course.” She led him into her kitchen. Yellow-and-white curtains hung at the two windows facing the river. Her countertops sparkled, as did all the house. She had refused any offer he made to hire someone to help her. “Sit. We will have tea. Then we will talk.” From experience, Sahale knew it was wasted effort to try and hurry her. Impatience pulled at him, but he sat and took the cup she offered. “This tastes different, Nanna. Is it one of your new experiments?” “Yes, a mixture of several of the older teas.” “What will it do, make me tell you all my secrets?” As he’d expected, she laughed. Her laugh had a musical sound, and he loved to hear it. His mother looked more like her Native American father, having dark brown eyes and black hair. Nanna, as he’d been instructed to call her from as far back as he could remember, had light brown hair and aquamarine eyes. The elders said one of her greatgrandfathers had come from across the sea and lived with their tribe many years ago.


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Nanna’s hair had turned totally white when he was in his teens. But her eye color, which he inherited, had remained bright, and sparkled with intelligence. “You are quiet, my grandson.” “I don’t talk much, Nanna. You know that.” “But the time has come when you must open yourself to another if you wish to attain what you want.” “You have had a dream.” She touched her hand over her heart. “We are connected here. There are changes in the wind. I cannot tell yet if they are good or bad. I sense upheaval.” She stood and refilled their cups. “You and Jack have been intertwined for many years. The two of you will need all your skills to protect yourselves and the one you seek to mate. Tell Jack to trust no one but the community.” “Not even Ellen?” “Ah, that is her name. There is a darkness in her. I can’t see if it is hers or someone else’s. Possibly a person who is or has been close to her. Be wary with your heart until you know.” “Perhaps it’s too late to protect my heart, Nanna.” “Then you must find out what lies inside her.” Sahale stood and helped Nanna up. He closed his arms around her and took in a deep breath of her fragrance. She smelled like cinnamon and mint, a mixture that always cleared his head. “I have to go. You are not the first to ask me to find out her secrets. Tomorrow, I will take her on a quest. When we return, I will know.” Nanna gave him his usual blessing and kissed his forehead before going with him to the door. “You will be in my thoughts.” “As you are always with me,” he responded. He felt her watching until he was out of sight. She worried. She only became overly concerned when she sensed danger around him or Jack. They’d better both be vigilant.

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**** Sara had helped Ellen move into the small cabin last night. It was the same one where Morgan had stayed until she married Ethan and Justin. Ellen liked the coziness. The rooms were small, but she had everything she needed. She would be glad when Montlief was well enough to join her in her new, temporary home. If they allowed her to stay, and if she decided that was what she wanted, Sara had explained she’d live in a more permanent home among other residents of the community. Or maybe, Sara had teased, Ellen would be living with her husbands. Ellen chose to ignore her comment. Ellen stretched. She’d slept well, but woke early. It was four thirty. She turned to her side, determined to sleep another few hours. She’d just dropped off when a knock at the door had her sitting straight up in bed, her heart beating like a drum. It wasn’t quite five o’clock. Who would be at her door at this hour? She pulled on her pink robe to protect her against the cold morning air. Pushing her long hair out of her eyes, she looked for her slippers and grumbled when the knocking became louder. “I’m coming.” She walked across the cold wood floor in her bare feet. Before she opened the door she looked out the small window. Seeing Sahale, her heart dropped. She yanked the door open. “Montlief is dead.” “No. He’s fine. What made you think such a thing?” He frowned at her. “What other reason would have you at my door at this hour?” “I’ve come to take you on a trip. Pack a small bag and wear layers. It’s cool out now, but later the sun will warm us.” “I don’t want to go on a trip. I’m going back to bed.” She started to shut the door. He easily pushed in. “Then I’ll go with you and we can travel later in the day.”


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Her heart jumped at the thought of being in bed with Sahale. His scent tantalized her. His strong body enticed her to touch him. “Whoa, you’re not going to bed with me. I hardly know you.” “We know each other on a different level. Your body has already recognized me and Jack as your men. Only your mind needs convincing.” Stunned, not sure what to say, she stared at him. “No, no, and no.” “Either we leave on our trip, or we go to bed.” “You can’t force me.” “Ah, love, I’d never make you do anything against your will. You want me. Soon, you’ll admit it.” “I will not. But since I can’t budge you, I choose the trip.” “Hurry and pack. We have a good distance to go before we reach our destination.” Am I crazy to give in to him? If she called Sara, Mitch or Daren could stop him from annoying her. She stopped throwing a change of clothes into her small overnight bag and thought about that option. Her rational side, the one that had guided her this past ten years, said to call for help. Another part of her wanted to see where he was taking her, wanted to explore the new sensations he and Jack were bringing to the surface. “Are you packed?” Sahale stood in her bedroom door. “Why shouldn’t I call Sara and ask her husbands to make you quit bothering me?” He stepped in and seemed to take up most of the space. Heat rushed through her as he came closer. “Because they asked me to deal with you.” “Deal with me? What does that mean?” “We need answers about what you know that these men don’t want you to tell. I told them I would be honest with you. I decided going somewhere quiet and peaceful might make it easier for you to share whatever you’ve held close all these years.” “It’s none of their business, nor yours.”

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“It became our business when you called us for help. Get dressed. We leave in ten minutes.” He turned and started out. “Put some walking shoes in your bag,” he said and went out, closing the door. Her hands shook as she put in the shoes and closed her overnighter. She dressed quickly. Did she fear telling her secret or being alone and tempted by Sahale? Maybe both. Picking up her case, she went into her living room. “I’m ready.” “Good girl.” Sahale took the small luggage from her and his warm hand covered her lower back as he directed her to his truck. When he got in the driver’s seat, she asked, “How long does it take to get where we’re going?” “About three or four hours according to the conditions of the road. Take a nap. I’ll wake you when we’re there.” Yeah, like she’d sleep being this close to him, to his scent, to the heat radiating from his body. She might not know what she wanted, but her body was yelling at her to let him in. Her pussy clenched with desire. Feelings held back had begun to spill over into her bloodstream, creating a hunger she’d denied for a very long time. She closed her eyes. She’d pretend to sleep. **** He smiled when he noted her respiration slow, and knew the sleep she’d fought had finally overcome her. The morning was clear and bright. Fresh air blew in the windows, but still her scent clung to his nostrils. When she’d come to the door in that thin, pink robe with her gorgeous hair hanging past her shoulders, he had wanted to pick her up and carry her to bed. Bury his cock deep inside her. He’d had a hunch she hid her beauty deliberately. Her brown hair flowing down her back had gold and red strands scattered throughout. With her robe pulled tight, her curves were accentuated. She’d surprised him by having bright red toenails. He’d wanted to start at her bare feet,


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massage her body into a puddle of desire, and slide into what he knew would be a hot, wet pussy. All his training of restraint and patience barely held him back from taking her. Not against her will. She wanted him. He’d have her admitting it before they returned. Just thinking about making love to her had his cock hard and pulsing. He took deep breaths and utilized the teachings of his grandmother to center himself. First, he had to get her to talk. To share what had put her in danger. Ellen woke about thirty minutes from their destination. He glanced at her. “You got some rest, good.” “A little. I was awake part of the time. The mountains are much closer.” “We’re going to my house. It’s built at the top of a bluff overlooking the spot where the wild horses gather.” “Your house must be close to Mitch’s. Sara told us about the wild horses she saw when she went to his private place.” “We’re not close. My place is on the opposite side of the canyon and backs up against one of the mountains.” “Oh, it sounds lovely. Do you go there often?” “When I can. The peace and quiet restores me.” “You are part Native American.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes, my mother’s side. She met my father and chose to marry him and live in the community. He built a cabin for my grandmother, and she lives here, too.” “What does your father do at the ranch? Or do you have two fathers?” “No. He and mother preferred a monogamous relationship. As you probably know, some of the community have made that choice.” “But not you and Jack?” “No, we’ve always planned to find the one woman for us. But you asked what my father does. He’s one of the men in charge of the herds

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of cattle and other animals we raise. He loves the ranch and the outdoors.” “He doesn’t go on trips like you, Jack, and Morgan’s and Sara’s husbands?” “No. He chose to stay home. Not everyone goes on the missions. I usually go on ones that are out of the country. Occasionally, I’m assigned one stateside. Jack alternates with another doctor on his trips.” “Am I asking too many questions? I know there is only so much you can tell me.” “No. If I can’t tell you, I’ll say so. I’d like you to meet my parents and especially my grandmother after we get back.” “I don’t know.” “What do you fear, that you’ll get closer to me?” “Perhaps.” “Accept it. Jack and I aren’t going to give up until you admit honestly how you feel about us.” “I don’t know you!” He turned onto the lane leading to his house. The road was narrow, running between the mountain to his left and the edge of the bluff to his right. When he came to the wide area on his right, he turned into his drive. He stopped and faced her. His hand touched over her heart. “Listen to this. You know us here.” She opened the door and swung out. “Let’s get this over with. What do you want to know?” Sahale took his time getting out, taking her case and leading her to the door. He watched her expression as she entered. The large room had a wall of windows straight ahead. Mesmerized, she walked toward them. There was almost no backyard. The house sat on the edge, overlooking the canyon and the horses running wild below. He smiled. The canyon had the same stunning effect on him when he first found it fifteen years ago. He’d gone right to Mitch’s father and asked to have that land for his home. He’d granted him


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permission. He still remembered his words. “I don’t know of anyone who would take better care of that treasured land.” “How do you ever leave here?” Ellen’s words brought him back to the present. “It’s difficult at times, but I also enjoy my work and occasionally socializing. When I retire, this is where I will stay a lot of my time.” “I can’t imagine a more beautiful spot.” The anger and frustration had gone from her voice. He hated to remind her of why they were here. He’d wait. He had one more place to show her. He glanced at her feet. “Put on your walking shoes. I’m taking you on a hike.” “Boots won’t do?” “You’re not used to wearing them except when you visited your friends. And I’m going to change, too, into my moccasins.” “All right. If the view is as beautiful as this, I can’t wait to see it.” “Here’s your case.” **** Ellen sat on the long sofa facing the windows and pulled off her boots. Once she had the other shoes on she stood. “I’m ready. Let’s go.” She looked around and saw him coming out of the kitchen that adjoined the great room. He had changed from his boots and carried a backpack. “We’ll be hungry and thirsty. Follow me.” They started out the door. “You want me to close the door and lock it,” she asked. He laughed. “Who are you locking it against? Come on.” She followed him as he turned to the right and headed into the brush. The road ended at his house. The slope went upward. As the sun rose it got hotter. Soon Ellen took off her flannel shirt and tied the sleeves around her waist. Underneath she wore a short-sleeve, cotton shirt.

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The mountain got closer on the left and the edge between it and the valley below much narrower. Sahale stayed close. “We’re almost there. Be careful. Rub against the mountain if you need to.” She was breathing hard, so she nodded in answer. In a few minutes, he stopped. “I’ll go first and send the ladder down for you.” “Ladder?” She looked up the side of the mountain and saw a hole about twelve feet above her. “You are going to climb up to that hole?” “Yes. Watch me.” He agilely moved along, and found handholds and footholds that she didn’t see until he used them. In no time he disappeared inside the opening. “Here, watch out for the rope.” He flung down a rope ladder. “I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t like heights much, especially hanging off the side of a mountain.” “I’ll come down and help you.” He swung out and was down beside her in seconds. “Do you trust me to get you up there safe?” Ellen looked down into the canyon and up at the opening. She bit the edge of her lip. She was startled when she looked into Sahale’s eyes. The intensity in them had her heart beating faster and desire curling in her stomach. “Do you?” he asked again. “Yes.” He fastened a rope between her wrist and his. “I’ll lead the way. Take hold of the rope ladder and pull yourself up one step at a time. If you fall, I promise to catch you.” “No. I’d pull you down with me. I’m too heavy.” “It’s called trust. I won’t let you fall.” Swallowing around the lump of fear in her throat, Ellen watched as he went up two steps and waited. She put her foot in the first rung of the ladder and started climbing.


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Chapter Five Ellen concentrated on going upward. She didn’t look down, but kept her eye on Sahale. He moved slowly. His soft, encouraging words kept her going. “It better be worth this,” she mumbled, and heard Sahale’s laugh above her. He pulled her into the opening. She straightened and gazed around her. The walls sparkled with color, a mosaic of black and silver with a thread of red running through. “Different minerals create the colors.” She walked to the wall and ran her hand over the rough edges. Sunlight beaming inside the cave created an illusion that the rocks under her hand pulsed with energy. “I never expected to see anything like this.” She turned to find Sahale watching her closely. “There’s more.” He took her hand and led her around a curve and into another good-sized area. Against the far wall, water splashed down from a crevice into a small, shallow pond at the bottom. “Why doesn’t it overflow this area?” Ellen asked. “There are small cracks and the water seeps out that way. Nature created our own shower. After you eat maybe you’d like to try it out.” Ellen walked to the edge of the waterfall and put her hand out. “It’s a little warm.” “During the day, as the rock heats, it warms the water. At night, it’s quite cool. “Come.” He directed her back to the first room. “I have coffee and rolls for breakfast. You must be hungry.”

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“I am.” She sat just inside the opening where she could see the horses in the canyon below. Sahale handed her a cup of coffee. She took a swallow. “Just what I needed.” He handed her a roll, and then sat beside her as they finished the coffee and tore the rolls apart to eat. Sahale offered her a set of binoculars. “I keep these here. You can get a closer view of the horses and surrounding area.” A pleasant breeze blew through the opening. Sunlight sparkled all around them. “For some reason I’ve never hiked or camped out. I know little about actually being outside and sitting to soak up the wonders of our world. Mine has been enclosed in a laboratory, taking step-by-step calculations to work on whatever project was current.” She smiled at him. “Being here is like suddenly having my eyes opened to a world I’ve never taken the time to notice. Thank you.” “My pleasure. I’m enjoying seeing your reactions. You’re like a child seeing a rainbow for the first time.” “What was your childhood like growing up at the ranch? And how did you and Jack become such close friends?” she asked. A soft smile crossed his face and her heart warmed. “Ah, two questions that are intertwined.” He got a distant look in his eyes as he started to speak. “My childhood was a happy time. Jack and I met in the first grade, and by the time we were ten, we were inseparable and incorrigible. “Nanna, my mother’s mother, was always cautioning us to be careful. We climbed bluffs and ran in the forest. There are areas around the ranch quite thick with trees. There was one area that Nanna warned us to stay away from until we were older and more aware of the dangers.” He grinned. “She said it was filled with snakes, wild boar, and bears.” “And of course you two couldn’t resist,” Ellen said. “We did for a while, but when we turned twelve we decided we


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knew all we needed to know. One day we went to that part of the forest. We walked deep into the bushes and trees.” He chuckled. “We jumped at every noise, expecting a wild boar or a bear to attack us. Neither of us wanted to admit to being scared, and so we continued walking further.” “You got into trouble?” “I never saw the rattlesnake. I’d leaned over to pick up a shiny rock. Jack saw it and pushed me aside. I stumbled, and the snake missed me and Jack. Jack jumped to my side, took my arm, and we put distance between us and the snake.” “What happened when you got home?” “We weren’t going to tell anyone, but Nanna was visiting my mother. She took one look at us and knew something had happened.” “You were caught.” Ellen smiled, enjoying watching the expressions on Sahale’s face as he told his story. “Yes. She got us to tell her what happened, and then insisted on checking our bodies for a snake bite. It was humiliating at our age, but no one said no to Nanna. To top it off we were grounded for two weeks. We had to study and answer questions about all the different types of snakes in Wyoming. Once Nanna was satisfied we had the knowledge to protect ourselves, she let us outside again.” “Did your mother and father let her discipline you? “Nanna disciplines us all.” “I think I’d like her.” “You’ll meet her soon. Are you through with your breakfast?” “Yes. I finished while you talked.” Sahale dug into his large backpack. “Here’s a towel and soap.” Ellen took the items from him and went back to the other room. She put the towel on a ledge and turned to see Sahale standing just inside the area. “You have to stay out front.” “I want to shower with you.” His voice sounded husky and rippled across her skin like a caress. As she watched, he pulled his shirt over his head, baring a golden

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chest hard with firm muscles. Every nerve in her body urged her forward, but she held her ground. “Come here.” When she hesitated, he whispered, “Are you afraid?” “Of course not.” His sexy smile made her toes curl. She tried to dig them into the packed earth to keep herself from moving. “Show me.” As though he’d fastened a cord between them, he drew her forward. She stopped just in front of him. His masculine, musky scent encircled her. Come into my web, said the spider. The words popped into her head. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Touch me. I won’t move. You can do with me as you want.” His compelling voice had her reaching out to place her hands on his chest. “You’re very warm.” “I’m getting hotter.” She glanced up, puzzled by his statement. She saw a flash of fire deep inside his eyes. She shivered in fear and anticipation. Unable to control herself, she moved her fingers along his forehead to his high cheekbones and ran her fingertip over the edge of his jaw. She reached behind and pulled the rawhide tie that held back his hair. It fell to his shoulders like black silk. Her fingers slid along the strands. As he’d promised, he didn’t move, except for the fire in his eyes and his scent, which swirled around them. Her hands were trembling when she moved them back down his neck, across his chest, and her thumbs rubbed across his flat nipples. She felt rather than heard his sharp intake of breath. For a moment she closed her eyes, breathed in his scent, and concentrated on the pounding of his heart under her right hand. She wasn’t aware until she felt the air on her chest that he had unbuttoned her shirt.


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He pushed her arms down and the shirt fell off. While he held her gaze, his arms went around her and unfastened her bra. He pulled it off and let it drop to the ground. “Beautiful.” He purred the word as he took her full breasts into his hands. “I need to touch you. We’ll go slow.” He unfastened her jeans and pushed them and her plain white panties down. Kneeling, he lifted each of her feet, removing her shoes and then her pants. Sahale stood and looked at her from her feet to the top of her head. Her body shook and leaned toward him. “You can undress me.” He kicked off his moccasins. Ellen undid his buckle. Her fingers brushed the hot skin of his abdomen as she unfastened the button on his jeans. Her breath caught, sweet desire curled inside her, and her pussy clenched with hunger. She stopped for a second. “Go ahead, Ellen. I won’t hurt you or do anything you don’t want.” Her body warred with her head and won. She pulled his zipper down and pushed his jeans along his well-formed, long legs. She barely noticed when he kicked his pants aside. She was staring at his large, hard cock, pointed at her. Before she could say or do anything, Sahale lifted her into his arms, took several long strides forward, and stepped under the waterfall. She looked up and he took the opportunity to kiss the spot on her neck where her pulse beat rapidly. He raised his head and let her body slide down along his. “We’re going to move slowly.” He reached for the soap and created a thick lather. Systematically, his hands washed her, caressing each spot, and massaging her muscles. Every nerve in her began to respond to him. In a minute, she’d be melted into a puddle of need and desire at his feet. “Turn toward the wall.” His words broke the spell, but she did as he said. His hands continued working their same magic on her backside. He cupped her buttocks, and then ran his hands down the

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back of her thighs to her feet. In the back of her mind, she knew she had to stop him. She was afraid. She didn’t realize she’d said the words out loud until he asked, “What are you afraid of, Ellen? This is not a seduction where I drop you afterwards. Jack and I want to make you our woman, our wife.” He turned her to face him. The water ran across them both as they stared at each other. “I’ve been married and divorced. The divorce left me wounded, but I recovered. I vowed I’d never give a man that much control of me again.” She looked away from him. “I’m really afraid if you made love to me, and Jack and you and I married, I’d never recover when you grew tired of me and wanted to end it.” Sahale put his finger under her chin and raised her head. “We marry for life. Our people do not divorce. If a couple has problems, there are counselors to help.” He leaned his head to the side. “But I can’t remember any couples ever suggesting they end their marriage. Once the couple is bonded by love it is right.” She ran around him, grabbed a towel, and started drying. She pulled on her clothes and hurried to the other room. Sahale had rinsed and stepped out to dry off as she left the inner room. Trembling, she sank in front of the opening and put her head on her knees. He sat behind her and pulled her between his legs. “You will learn you can trust us.” He spoke in a soft, comforting tone. His fingers ran through her long hair. He twisted the strands and put them over her shoulder. His lips brushed across her neck and up to her earlobe, where his teeth scraped across the tender skin. A sizzle went down her spine. Inside, a turmoil of desire and hunger fought with her more sensible side. I hardly know him. She chanted the words inside her head. “Relax. Perhaps in my desire to touch you and sink inside your sweet pussy, which I’m sure will be hot and wet, I moved too fast. Your walls are much stronger than I expected. Tell me about your marriage.” He pulled her back until she rested against him.


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Ellen watched the horses below. They were beautiful, free, and wild. In her mind’s eye, she looked back at herself when she was eighteen. “My ex-husband had been ahead of me in school,” she said. “He graduated from high school when I was going into the sixth grade. He’d been a neighbor. I’d idolized him from afar since I was ten.” Sahale handed her a cold soda. She glanced back at him. “I freeze them and then by the time I want one it’s still cold.” “Smart idea.” She twisted the top off the bottle and went back to staring out into space. “He came home right after my high school graduation. It was the first time he’d really looked at me. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and six months later we married against the wishes of both our parents. He had just gotten his law degree, and his father had plans for him. I was not the type of wife he wanted for his son. “My parents had preferred I finish college first, but mainly they wanted me to be happy. They accepted the marriage once it was done.” “You eloped?” “Yes. His father was a big man in Washington. He moved us there and got his son a job at one of the old, well-known law firms. There he met all the right people.” “What was his name? Were you happy living in the hub of all that activity?” “For a short time. His name is Brian Garraloga. I wanted to go to school. With the advance courses I’d had in high school, and going to the community college during the summer and fall before we married, I’d completed one year of college.” “He didn’t want you to continue your education?” “His father insisted I get involved with the other wives. Go to teas and be on committees. The wives looked down on me. I was the youngest and the dumbest when it came to what they thought was

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important.” She pushed him back and sat where she faced him with her legs crossed. “Marriage can drain the life out of you. I wasn’t allowed to have a thought of my own, and I had to always be careful about what I said. I feared saying the wrong thing.” “Were you happy for a time?” “The first ten months or so, and then our marriage began to come apart. He was moving up fast in the firm. They were grooming him to become a politician. By the end of the first year he had begun to find fault with what I did, how I looked, with the fact that I wasn’t pregnant.” She stopped and took a long swallow of her soda. “Let’s stop and eat.” “You mean you have more food in that backpack? It must have weighed a ton.” Sahale got up and moved across the room to his bag. She loved to watch him walk or stand. All his movements were quick, decisive, and graceful. “I can feel you looking at me.” He turned his head and smiled, sending her heart rate speeding. He slowly walked toward her. His eyes looked into hers, then his gaze went to her breasts, and finally to the juncture of her thighs. She felt like he touched her. Her breathing quickened and moisture seeped between her pussy lips. “Do you like peanut butter and jelly?” The simple words slid across her sensitive skin. How did he do that, get her so aroused with a look, a certain tone in his voice? “Do you?” “Oh, yes.” She took the sandwich wrapped in wax paper from his hand. Her fingers brushed his and she jerked her hand back. It was as though a current of electricity snapped between them. He went back and got two bottles of water. They ate in silence, watching the panoramic view out of the opening. After they finished, he took the bottles and paper and put them in his pack. “You’re tired. We’ll go to the cabin. Later you can finish


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telling me your story.” She was drained. He fastened their wrists and led the way back down the ladder. Following him, she walked along the dirt trail and got back to the house. “I want you to rest.” He opened the door and led her down a short hall opposite the kitchen. On one side was a study, on the other a large bedroom and bath. French doors opened to a veranda overlooking the canyon. He pulled the drapes closed and began to undress her. Ellen started to pull back. “I’m just getting you comfortable so you’ll sleep.” When she was nude, he pulled back the spread and told her to lie down. He disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a bottle of lotion. “Lie on your stomach.” He filled his hands with the lotion and began to rub her back, massaging her muscles. His hands went across and down her back to her buttocks, to her thighs, and lastly to her feet. She melted into the feather-soft bed. **** He recognized the signs when she finally gave up and slept. Sahale took the lotion back into the bathroom, and then he went into his study and closed the door. He flipped his phone open and punched in the numbers. “Mitch here.” “I’ve been talking with Ellen. Check this name out for me, Garraloga. He and his father either live in Washington or spend a great deal of time there.” “How secret do we need the search to be?” “The highest level. I have a bad feeling about these people. We haven’t finished talking. We will later. When I get back tomorrow we should meet.”

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“No problem. What time will you be here?” “Say by noon.” “Then the meeting will be at one. Do you think she’s telling the truth?” “Undoubtedly.” “Good. See you tomorrow.” Mitch clicked off. Sahale shut his phone and stared out the window at blue skies filled with cumulus clouds. His body ached with wanting her. He’d wanted to wrap his arms around her as she spoke. Her hurt and fear had shown in her golden-brown eyes. But he held himself back. She was prickly as a cactus and was fighting to keep behind the walls she put between herself and almost everyone else. He saw her desire and hunger to let him love her. The rigid control she’d learned to protect herself with had come back each time to stop her from letting him in. He didn’t plan to give up. She was his and Jack’s woman. There was no doubt in his mind. Every molecule in his body recognized her and yearned to touch her. She feared they might tire of her and want a divorce. He shook his head. His fear was they’d have trouble not being too possessive, too protective. She’d need her space more than some women did. There were jobs in the labs and other areas where she might work. His only concern was whether she was able to bear children. He and Jack had always wanted a family. That would be a big dream for them to give up. Later today, he’d question her more about that part of her marriage. Could he give her up if she was barren? Restless, he went outside. He strode across the dirt lane and climbed the side of the mountain to a narrow ledge. He sat crosslegged and concentrated on the hawk circling on the drafts of wind created above the canyon. He opened his hands and let his mind go free into meditation. The slamming of the front screen door brought his attention back.


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He glanced at his watch. An hour had passed in what seemed a few minutes. Ellen stood below looking around and calling his name. “I’m here.” He waved at her and started down. She rushed to him and threw herself against his body. “I woke and couldn’t find you.” Her arms held him tight. No, I won’t let her go, even if we never have children. She’s part of me, and she’ll be part of Jack. We’ll be her family even if we aren’t blessed with a child. His mind was clear and certain. He kissed her head. “I’ll never be far away if you need me. At least not unless I’m on a job, and then Jack will be here to protect you.” She raised her head and stood on her tiptoes. Her mouth covered his. She pulled back for a second, and then kissed him hard again.

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Chapter Six He picked her up and carried her inside. Ellen’s heart was thumping out of her chest. She’d been trembling when she woke. Something in her dreams, but she didn’t remember what, had frightened her. She’d dressed quickly, and when she couldn’t find Sahale, her fear increased. “It’s all right, baby.” Sahale kissed her head and put her down on the couch facing the windows. “I’ll make you a cup of hot tea. Sunset will be soon. I’ll be right back.” She watched as he went into the kitchen. The sun was beginning to set. The horses had settled into one shadowed corner of the canyon. Gradually the fear receded and calm came over her. “Here’s your tea.” Sahale put the cup and saucer in her hand and sat close beside her. “What is this? It smells wonderful.” “One of my grandmother’s mixtures. This one is supposed to have a relaxing quality to it.” “It tastes as good as it smells.” She sipped the hot, sweet liquid. “See how the shadows begin to climb the sides of the canyon and the sunlight creates a collage of colors, red and gold and purple?” Sahale stepped away for a moment and came back with a flute. He began to play a haunting tune. Ellen watched, enthralled, as the colors surrounding the setting sun and the shadows created a live mosaic. One that constantly changed until darkness fell and the music stopped. “That was the most sensual vision and sound. I’m filled with awe at all of it, and you.” She turned to face him. “Are you rested enough now to finish your story?”


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She nodded yes, and he spread his legs and lay back on the long sofa. He pulled her back to lie against him and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re safe now. Tell me what you fear.” “His father wanted two things. A grandson to follow in his footsteps, and his son to be a member of Congress. He didn’t see that happening with me as his son’s wife. “Brian and I drew further apart. I wrestled with the idea of talking with him about us going to a counselor. But before I did, his father paid me a visit one afternoon. I’d just gotten back from a boring committee meeting and had a pounding headache. To this day, I can hear his voice drumming in my ear. “‘The two of you were foolish to have married, and it has to end. You are holding my boy back, and’—he sneered—‘look at you, you can’t even get pregnant.’ ” Her voice faltered. She twisted her fingers together. Sahale’s hands covered hers. “I’m right here. You’re safe.” His soft voice calmed the fear clawing at her insides. She took a deep breath and continued. “I was stunned. Hate filled his dark blue eyes, disgust shone on his narrow face. His words spewed out at me like a knife cutting into my skin. I sank into the closest chair and held my head. “He came and hovered over me. “‘My boy has found him a woman he loves, and she’s pregnant. You will give him a divorce and leave this area.’ He yanked my head up and glared at me. ‘If you ever say anything against him or me, you will have an accident. We will all say what a wonderful woman you were. It was such a tragedy you had to die at an early age.’ “His fingers tightened around my throat. I thought for a second he’d kill me right then and there, but he let me go. He stormed out of the house, hollering back that I was to be gone before his son returned the next day.” Her whole body trembled remembering the hate that had radiated from her father-in-law. Ellen turned her head to look at Sahale. He

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kissed her and tightened his arms around her. She turned back and leaned into Sahale’s body. His firm chest supported her. “After I signed the divorce papers he’d brought with him, I threw some clothes into a suitcase and fled. I never used his name after that. My parents encouraged me to finish school. Meeting Sara at enrollment and getting her for my roommate was the best thing that happened. She didn’t ask a lot of questions. She was just my friend. In the second year we got to know Morgan and we became a threesome, although I was always closer to Sara.” She smiled, remembering. “I had the one year of college. So while Sara and Morgan finished getting their degrees, I took another year of postgraduate classes in chemistry and microbiology. I’m thirty, two years older than them. You must see I’m not a good candidate for your and Jack’s wife. If I couldn’t get pregnant at nineteen, I doubt it will happen now. You must want a family?” She sat up and turned to see his expression. “Did you have tests done?” “No. Brian said there was nothing wrong with him. He was right. He has three children now.” “Were you compatible sexually? Forgive these personal questions, but often strain between two people can influence their bodies.” “I suppose we were at first. I admit I was disappointed as time went by that it didn’t get better. I blamed myself. Brian said I was cold.” Sahale laughed out loud. “You, cold? Baby, you may be stubborn and hiding yourself behind walls, but cold is not an adjective I’d use to describe you.” He moved quickly, gathered her into his arms, and took long strides down the hall to his bedroom. He kicked the door open and strode across to the bed, where he dropped her. His body came down across hers. “Let me show you how hot you are.” He slowly undressed her. His fingers brushing across her skin sent little swirls of heat racing in her veins. Her shirt and bra were soon off


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and thrown aside. Sahale undid her jeans, and in one long sweep, removed them and her panties. When he stood cool air rushed across her bare body. His gaze held hers as he quickly removed his clothes and the rawhide tie around his hair. His cock was hard and large. A mixture of excitement and fear made her shiver as she watched him put on a condom. It had been several years since she’d had sex, and then only a few times. Sahale came back to the bed and straddled her body. Her heart pounded. Just the touch of his glance on her inflamed her desire. “I’m going to take my time and savor you like I would a fine meal.” His husky voice made her pussy clench. Her body trembled and ached. She wanted to scream touch me. But he held her connected only by his eyes. They were a deep greenish blue, and she was drowning in them. He finally leaned forward and brushed a light kiss across her forehead. His fingers slid through her hair, moving it over her shoulders to lie in curls across her sensitive breasts. She started to raise her arms to touch him, but his legs held them to her side. “Not yet. This is all for you.” He whispered the words in her ear and took a nip at her earlobe, sending a zing of electricity down her spine. He kissed her cheeks, her chin, circling her mouth but not touching her there. Butterfly kisses covered her neck. He licked across the spot where her heartbeat pounded at the juncture between neck and shoulder. Next, he scattered kisses across her chest, and his tongue circled her navel. His soft hair swept over each spot as he moved, sending shivers of delight across her skin. Her body burned with desire, and her pussy wept for his attention. She ached with hunger for him. Her whole world, at this moment, centered on Sahale. When he moved his mouth lower across her abdomen, she thought

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he was going to touch her pussy lips, but he kissed the inside of her thigh instead, all along the inside of her leg. He’d moved down to her feet and his hands massaged her instep, along her ankles, and the muscles in her legs. Ellen’s breasts ached to be touched. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, wanting him inside. She wanted to taste his mouth. She moaned from the tormented craving he’d aroused inside her. Her head tossed from side to side. Then he slid his naked body up and all along hers until he lay fully on her. He cupped her face in his hands and his mouth ravished hers. He sucked on her tongue and then caressed the soft contours of her mouth. His hard cock throbbed against her abdomen. She tried to move against him, but he held her tight, enclosed between his legs. Her breasts rubbed against his hard chest and hurt for the need to feel his hands and mouth on them. Taking his time, he savored her neck again, kissed along her rib cage, coming close, but not touching her where she wanted. Light kisses covered her abdomen. Sahale moved to the juncture of her thighs, and pulled her legs wide. He separated her wet folds and sucked on her swollen nub as his fingers reached up and rubbed across her tight nipples. She screamed his name as tremors rolled over her, drowning her in a flood of pleasure. He licked her clit, and along her folds, darting the tip of his tongue into the opening to her pussy. She screamed again as an orgasm shook her to the core. Just when she began to fall over the crest, he placed his cock at her opening and plunged in at the same time as his mouth clamped around her breast and suckled. She bucked under him, opening herself, and taking him in all the way. He moved fast in and out. His cock sank deep inside her tight pussy, demanding a response. And she did respond, in a way she’d never expected to be able to. The last orgasm hit her whole body as she heard his yell of satisfaction. Sahale held her close as her body shook. He kissed her lips gently,


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and with his voice and hands he quieted her. Staring into her eyes, he said, “That is how hot you are when you bond with the right man.” He gave her one more soft kiss and rolled to the side. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing. Sahale turned toward her, his eyes shining. “Baby, if you were a colder woman, you’d kill me.” His teasing words made her smile. “Come here.” Sahale pulled her backside against his front. “Sleep. We need to leave early in the morning.” He kissed the top of her head and held her close as she sank into the darkness. **** Early morning light woke him. Ellen still lay cuddled against him. He breathed in the sweet fragrance of her golden-brown hair. Her scent made his cock harden. He rubbed his hand along her arm. Her skin was like velvet and had the color of rich cream. They had bonded last night. She was as much a part of him now as his breath. If for some reason she didn’t marry them, losing her would be like tearing off a piece of his skin. It wouldn’t happen. He and Jack would convince her to marry them and start a family. He suspected her inability to have a child had been caused by the distrust she’d felt for her husband and his father. She’d trusted him last night. But he didn’t doubt she’d try to raise those old walls back up. She’d question her new trust. Between him and Jack, they wouldn’t give her an opportunity to regroup back to her old ways. He’d had women, enjoyed them, cared for a few. But he’d never been as overcome with one as he was with her last night. All the tastes, scents, touches had resulted in an orgasm much more intense than any he’d imagined. Still, before they could get married, there was a job to be done. He was almost certain Ellen was going to be right in the middle of it all. He and Jack had to make sure they were included in the mission, and

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the sooner the better. He wanted it finished. Her butt moved against his abdomen, bumping his cock. She took a deep breath and glanced over her shoulder at him. Her sweet smile took his breath. “What time is it? It must be early.” “I’d guess around five.” He rolled her onto her back and kissed her rosy lips. “Hmm, I like that. Do we have to get up?” “Not yet. I want breakfast first.” His tongue licked inside her mouth and his hand cupped her breast. “Aren’t you hungry?” She stretched like a sleek cat, smooth lines with all the curves in the right places. Her breasts rose toward him. “You hide these beauties under loose blouses.” He cupped both breasts and licked her plump nipples. “Like ripe grapes.” His hands stroked along the curves of her rib cage. He moved suddenly to her pussy lips. They were pink and moist. “And here you taste like cotton candy.” His tongue licked her moist sweetness. He circled her nub, teasing with a quick touch, and then away. Her body rose to meet his mouth, and her soft hands moved through his hair. He put two fingers inside her hot, wet pussy. She clenched around them tightly and moaned when his tongue suckled her nub. When she begged for relief, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her sweet ass against him, and took her from behind. “Ah,” he groaned as he sank deeper into her. His one hand held her breast tight and rubbed across her nipple. With the other hand, his thumb rubbed across her nub. She screamed as her pussy clamped down hard on his dick and the tremors began sending a shot of electricity straight up his spine. He exploded in an overload of sensations. Barely able to move, he sank down on top of her for a moment before rolling to her side. Her body shook and he cuddled her as she calmed. Tears ran down her face. He wiped her cheeks. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”


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“No. I don’t know what happened. It was so much the tears just came. I never knew or suspected I’d ever feel like this with anyone.” “You are incredibly responsive. As you will be with Jack.” “Are you sure? And you won’t be jealous?” “There won’t be any jealousy between us. We both recognized you as the one for us.” “It’s too soon to know if it will last or how I’ll feel about Jack.” She frowned and jumped out of bed, hurrying into the bathroom. In a minute, he heard the shower. Jack needed to bond with her soon. They needed to blast those walls completely away before she tried to rebuild them. He opened the curtains and looked out at the canyon. His body was exhilarated from their loving. He smiled, remembering the first time he’d seen her. He’d arrived in town, located her apartment, and waited outside that first morning for her to leave to go to work. She’d come out dressed in a loose white blouse, black slacks, flats, and her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Jack had told him about her scent and his body’s reaction to her. He’d said she was the one for them. Seeing her tall, slim body the first time, he thought Jack had been mistaken. It wasn’t until she opened her door that night and her scent hit him. Then her eyes met his, and he knew Jack was right. Damn, but he was right. She peeked her head around the door. “You’re standing naked at the window.” Laughter rumbled through his chest. She was such a delightful mixture of a passionate sensual woman with a reserved personality. “The horses don’t mind seeing me naked.” He strolled across the room and picked up her overnight bag. “Did you forget to take this in with you?” He dangled it toward her. “Yes.” She reached out her hand. “You have to come here and get it.” “It’s broad daylight, and the window is open.” “No one will see that lovely body but me. Hurry up. I need to

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shower, and we have to be on our way.” She gave him her strongest frown. He laughed again and didn’t move. She stared at him for several minutes. He waited. Finally, making an exasperated sound, she ran to him and grabbed for the case. He dropped it, pulled the towel she was holding around her off, and held her against his body. His hand cupped her neck. He tipped her head and ravished her mouth. “That is a nice good-morning greeting.” He bent and handed her the bag. As she turned to stalk away, his hand gave her a light smack on her butt. She threw him a heated glance and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door. Sahale looked down at his dick standing at attention. “I think we’ve got all we can get for the present. You might as well calm down.” When Ellen came out, he went in and took a cold shower. Afterwards, he dressed in his jeans, shirt, and boots, and tied his hair back. He was pleased to find she’d made coffee and toast for them. They ate quickly. Following her outside, he locked the door, took their cases to the truck, and helped her in. He turned to her as he started the engine. “Mitch and Daren will probably have some questions for you when we get back. Jack or I will be with you all the time.” “You’ve talked with them since we left?” “Once when we got down from the mountain.” He saw her nod. He drove the truck down the narrow lane and back toward the ranch. He hated to leave. Nothing ahead was going to be easy.


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Chapter Seven Sahale called Jack on their way in. “We’re to meet with Mitch and Daren at one.” “Are you alone?” Jack asked. “No. We’ll be back around noon. I’ll come by your office and get you.” “All right. See you then,” Jack said, and disconnected the call. “Is your meeting about me?” Ellen asked. She’d been looking out the window, but she turned to look at him. “Partially. I suspect the men who wanted to kidnap you weren’t just interested in what you might know about us. I’m concerned they were after something else. For your sake and ours, we need to know what they want.” “I’ve feared my ex-father-in-law might be behind the attempt to kidnap me. I don’t understand why. I haven’t said anything to anyone before I told you, and I know nothing about his business.” “You never heard a conversation that made you have questions about him or your ex-husband?” “It was so long ago, and I’ve tried to bury those memories.” “We might need you to remember them. I can help you.” “I don’t want to.” Sahale let the subject drop. He’d wait and see if Mitch and Daren wanted her memories tapped before bringing up the issue again. They could be retrieved in two ways, through him working with her or through their machine that filters or takes memories away. He’d prefer it was through him. His body had become so attuned to hers he was aware of the

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stiffening in her muscles and the scent of a tinge of fear. When their gazes met, he saw the uncertainty swirling in the depths of her golden brown eyes. He reached out and took her hand. “Remember, Jack and I will keep you safe from harm.” “Unless you’re ordered to do otherwise,” she whispered. “Whatever your former husband and his father are involved in, I know you are an innocent pawn. We don’t harm innocent people.” “You believe me, really?” “Enough that I’d stake my life on it.” Tears filled her eyes. He squeezed her hand before letting go. He wanted to stop and take her into his arms, but they’d used up the time earlier. He had to be at the meeting to protect Ellen’s interests. He dropped her off at her cabin. He insisted on carrying her overnight bag in and stepping inside the door. “Don’t worry. Jack or I will come and bring you to our cabin for dinner. We’ll talk then. There’s a large community store right down the road. If you turn left and walk a short distance, you’ll see it. They have anything you might want to buy.” He cupped her face and kissed her softly. “Until tonight, babe.” Sahale strode briskly to his truck and drove straight to Jack’s office. He went in the back way and found Jack eating a sandwich. “Here, I bought one for you, too.” Jack handed him a wrapped sandwich and a cold soda. “Sit and tell me what’s been happening.” Jack put his feet on his desk and leaned back. “We just returned. Thanks for this.” Sahale held up his lunch. “I left Ellen at her cabin and told her we’d bring her to our place for dinner.” “Good idea. Did you find out anything?” “Yeah. Got a name. Mitch is checking on it. I think her exhusband and father-in-law are two of the ones we’ve been looking for. Don’t ask me why. It just made sense listening to her talk about them. I tried to shrug the idea off. It wouldn’t go away.” “I’m sure you’re right. Your gut instincts are seldom wrong. How


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was it between you two?” “Her walls are strong, but I broke through. She’ll try to put them back up. We won’t let her.” “You made love?” “Yes. You need to bond with her as soon as possible. We can’t move slowly, as we’d planned, with her seduction. If I’m right, things are going to heat up fast. She needs to trust both of us.” “I agree.” “There is one thing that may trouble you. I got alone and thought about the issue and resolved my concerns. You may feel different.” “What is it?” “She tried for two years to have a child. Her ex-husband has three children now.” “Was she tested?” Jack asked. “No.” “We’ve always wanted a family.” “I know.” “I can ask Dr. Mullins to check her, if Ellen’s agreeable.” “And if she can’t have children, what will you do? I’ve bonded with her in a way I never expected. I can’t let her go.” Sahale stared across at his best friend, the man who was like a brother to him. “Think about your decision before you ask her to take any tests.” He checked his watch. “Time to go.” Sahale took the last swallow of his drink, threw the wrapper in the trash, and put his can in a receptacle they had for collection. Jack followed him to the truck. The air in the truck during their ride to the ranch house was filled with unspoken words. **** Mitch was waiting in his office. He waved at them to come in and have a seat. “Where’s Daren?” Jack asked.

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“He decided to do a little reconnaissance. We checked on that name and the man fits the type we’re looking for, plus his son is a congressman. The father has his fingers on the pulse of the city.” Mitch had been leaning against his desk. He walked around and sat where he was on eye level with Sahale and Jack. “Daren and I discussed a plan before he left. He’s due back tomorrow. If what he finds supports our supposition, we’re going to send people in, disguised, to play a part.” He looked at Sahale. “This is top-level secrecy, as you suggested, Sahale. We can’t trust anyone. Not even the government officials we’ve worked with in the past. I suspect there’s one or two moles planted, reporting back to the head man.” “That’s why you wiped Bill’s memory of any knowledge of us and our community before you turned him over to our contacts in the FBI?” Sahale asked. “Right. I couldn’t take a chance of the slightest slip. It all had to be wiped clean, which left him with a huge part of his life forgotten. We hated to do it, but he gave us no recourse from the choices he’d made.” “What’s the plan?” Jack asked. Mitch looked from Jack to Sahale and back. “Are you two pretty certain Ellen’s the one for you?” “Yes.” They spoke in unison. “Then I expect you’ll want to be included. Sahale, do you believe what she told you?” “Yes. And there’s more.” He related the conversation he’d had with Ellen regarding her marriage and her ex-father-in-law. “You think she may know something of value and doesn’t realize it?” Mitch leaned forward. “Yes, but I don’t want the mind sweep done on her. If she’ll let me, I can hypnotize her and get the information.” “You’re too close to her. Ask your grandmother to do it.” Sahale started to stand and protest. Mitch raised an eyebrow. He


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sat back in his seat and stared at his boss. Mitch had met and often visited Nanna. Sahale knew he respected her and believed in her talents. “I’ll take her there and wait for her. Nanna always has jobs around the place that need to be done. I’ll work while she talks with Ellen.” “Good. I’m going to wait until later, after she works with Ellen, before finalizing the plan. Have her see your grandmother tomorrow. Daren will be back by tomorrow afternoon. We’ll meet here for dinner and then work out our next step.” Although Sahale wanted to know more, he knew once Mitch had made up his mind to close the meeting, that was it. Jack followed him to the truck. “We have tonight with her. No need to tell her about meeting your grandmother until morning. She’ll worry,” Jack said. “I guess, but I think she may see that as keeping secrets from her.” “See how tonight goes. If you think she needs to be told, we’ll tell her.” Sahale went around and swung into the truck. “I have to go check on things at work. You, too?” “Yes. I won’t be done until six. Who’s cooking?” “I’ll get home first and start the grill. Maybe I can talk Tessa into cooking the vegetables and a pie.” Jack chuckled. “She’ll do it for you. Nanna sends her all those special teas she loves.” “Then we’re set. We’ll both go get her after we have the table set and the food warming.” Sahale stopped Jack as he started to get out at his office. “Are you still considering what I told you?” “I need more time. See you.” He walked away. **** Ellen had walked around several streets near her cabin and visited

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the community store, where she’d bought breakfast food, coffee, and two books. She’d enjoyed talking with Hilda when she checked out. On her way back she’d met two women talking in a nearby yard. They’d greeted her and introduced themselves. All the people she’d met appeared happy and friendly. She’d spent the rest of the afternoon trying to read one of the books she’d bought, but thoughts of Sahale and Jack kept intruding. The emotions she’d felt with Sahale were unlike any she’d ever experienced. It both thrilled her and frightened her. She was very independent. If she responded to both of them so strongly, she risked losing that part of herself. The last time she’d loved a man and been rejected, it had almost destroyed her. She feared having such a close relationship with these two would change her life completely. If their feelings changed, she didn’t know if she could find her way back to who she was now. At five, she showered. What to wear? She reached for a pair of brown slacks. She rarely wore anything else. She’d add her green silk blouse to dress up a bit. A touch of perfume and a light dusting of powder, and she was ready. No need to look like she’d made a special effort for them when she wasn’t sure she wanted to go down that path. Her body flushed when she thought about her time with Sahale. It was sex, and she hadn’t had any in a long time. I can’t decide my future on how good the man was in bed. At least that’s what she’d keep telling herself. Her doorbell rang. Jack and Sahale stood on her doorstep looking handsome and sexy. Jack smiled, stepped in, and twirled her around. “You look great.” He sat her down. “We’ve come to take you to dinner.” Sahale stood back and watched her and Jack. A smile curved his sensuous mouth. She stared across at Sahale. She wasn’t sure how to greet him after the experiences they’d shared. “Feeling shy?” he asked, but he didn’t move. A flicker of irritation rose inside her. She would not go to him. He needn’t think she was going to act like some lovesick teenager and


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throw herself into his arms. Her insides ached, wanting to have him touch her, to feel his arms back around her and those firm, warm lips on hers. She would not give in. They stood motionless, a silent battle going on between them. Jack stood back and watched. She knew how she acted now might decide how they’d treat her. She was her own woman. She didn’t need them, and she wouldn’t become dependent on them. But she looked into Sahale’s eyes and saw the light of desire and something else, a softness. Jack had crossed his arms, a hint of a smile on his face. Sahale relented and took two steps toward her, then stopped. He reached out his hand to her. Ellen’s breath rushed out in relief. She moved a step, and put her hand in his. He drew her to him. When his arms wrapped around Ellen and he kissed the top of her head, she sighed. “Was that such a difficult step to take, baby?” Ellen took a deep breath of his scent and snuggled closer into his embrace. “Yes.” Jack came up behind them and ran his hand under her hair to caress her neck. “Let’s go home. We can talk while we eat.” With his words the air around them relaxed. She moved back as Sahale loosened his grip on her. Jack took her hand and led her to the truck. Sahale drove and Jack sat by the window. Squeezed in between the two of them, their scent stirring ripples of heat in her blood, she knew she was in deep trouble. Their cabin was at the end of a long dirt road. There were no other houses in the vicinity. Open prairie surrounded the sides and back. In the front were several trees. The house was a two-story square with windows and a veranda on three sides. Glowing lights bounced off shiny wood walls. She stepped inside and soaked in the warmth and beauty created by the wood floors partially covered with several red and blue rugs. A hint of cinnamon hung in the air. “It’s absolutely wonderful. The house greets you.”

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“That’s what we aimed for,” Jack said. “It’s a good place to come home to.” Ellen turned in a complete circle to view the great room. On one wall was an enormous fireplace, another held a large-screen television, and another a low wall of bookcases. The back part had a long bar separating the kitchen from the larger room. “Jack, take her on a tour. I’m going to cook the steaks.” Sahale went to the kitchen, took steaks out of the refrigerator, and then headed out the back door. “He’s grilling them,” Jack said. He put his hand on her low back and guided her to a hallway on the left. “This room”—he opened a door on the left—“is my office. The one across the hall is Sahale’s.” She stepped inside. Here another wall held bookshelves. The titles of the books ranged from medical to history to thriller novels. She picked one up and glanced at him. He grinned and shrugged. “What can I say? Maybe I don’t get enough excitement in my life.” Ellen laughed. “Right. And I’m going to believe that.” She put the book down and walked across to his desk, piled with papers and more books. “You’re messy.” “I am. Sahale’s the neat one. Influenced by his grandmother, no doubt. He threatens to come in here and clean. When his threats get real persistent, I straighten up for a while.” Ellen smiled when Jack made an effort to straighten some of the clutter on his desktop. Then he glanced back at her. “Sahale told me you don’t think you can have children.” She jerked, and saw Jack caught her movement before she was able to hide her reaction. “He told me since I’m part of this threesome. He wouldn’t share that personal information with anyone else.” “We are not a threesome.” “We’re getting there,” he persisted. “Have you thought about being tested?”


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“My ex-husband has three children. Sahale must have told you that part, too.” “Doesn’t prove anything. There’s still a possibility that if the problem is yours it can be corrected.” “Does this threesome you spoke of depend on me being able to have a child?” She faced him straight on and put her hands behind her back to hide their tremble. Why did it feel like her whole life depended on his answer? It didn’t. She was her own woman. She didn’t need them. “Not to Sahale. I haven’t decided.” “Don’t worry about it. I don’t want you, either.” She snapped the words at him, and started to walk to the door. He grabbed her arm and pulled her tight against his chest. “You’re lying.” His mouth covered hers. She gasped, and his tongue went inside to tangle in an angry dance with hers. His arms pulled her completely into a tight embrace. His hard cock pulsed against her abdomen, and a spark of desire deep inside her responded. “I hate to break this up, but the steaks are done,” Sahale spoke from the doorway. Ellen snapped out of the spell she’d fallen into and pushed away from Jack. She blinked back tears and stormed past Sahale. On her way out the door and down the hall she heard him speaking to Jack. “Maybe I interrupted too soon.” “No. It wouldn’t have mattered. She’s mad at me. After she eats we’ll talk.” She stood in the center of the great room. Her reaction to what happened surprised her. She wanted to cry, and she wanted to hit something. Mostly she wanted to go home and curl up into a ball, which only made her mad at herself. “Here, have a glass of wine and relax.” Sahale handed her and Jack a glass and then got his. Lost in her confused emotions, she hadn’t even noticed them enter the room. Darn, why did they have to look so sexy?

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“To us. May we meld our differences and appreciate them.” Sahale looked from her to Jack. “To you.” Jack raised his glass in her direction. She frowned at him and didn’t drink to his toast. He did, and his eyes laughed at her. Her temperature went straight to boiling. No one had ever angered her so easily. Sahale kissed her lightly, and then directed her to a chair at the kitchen table. There was steak, a potato casserole, salad, rolls, and a pie on the counter. She raised her eyebrows at Sahale. “I admit I only did the steaks. Tessa did the rest for me.” “It’ll be good. She’s a good cook,” Ellen said. Jack was quiet. He listened to her and Sahale talk about Montlief, but he didn’t enter the conversation. Her anger had been replaced by sadness. Because she couldn’t have children, she was going to be rejected again. The food was good, and she was glad Montlief would come to be with her at her cabin tomorrow. But she couldn’t shake her feelings of melancholy. **** Jack could kick himself. The blunt question had jumped out of his mouth. He should have waited until he knew for sure how he felt. She was smiling at Sahale, but he saw the sadness in her eyes and in her body language. Could he turn his back on her and let her go? He’d always wanted children. He loved his nieces and nephews. Adoption, unless done inside the community, didn’t happen. There were too many questions and complications to try adopting from outside the ranch. And children were seldom available here to adopt. Thank goodness. Because the only ones would have had to lose all their parents as his friend Ethan did. Her scent wafted across the table, curling around him. She glanced at him.


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“You aren’t eating. Don’t you like the food?” she asked. “It’s delicious. I don’t have much of an appetite tonight.” She gave him a puzzled look and went back to asking Sahale questions about Montlief. His gaze went to her mouth. When he’d kissed her she’d tasted like honey. Her skin was like warm silk under his hands. His cock had jumped to attention. The hunger to touch her, taste her, and sink into her pussy was stronger than he’d ever felt before. She was going to be theirs. He had to have her. He recalled the first time he’d seen her. She’d been dressed in a business suit of slacks, jacket, and white shirt. He’d only glanced in her direction. Her plain brown hair had been arranged in a tight bun. Then he’d caught her scent. He took a closer look and saw the woman hiding under her disguise. Her full breasts were almost completely hidden under a too-large blouse. She wore loose slacks not meant to fit. The overhead light in the room where Morgan lay had shone on gold and red strands glistening in her hair. He’d told her they’d meet again, and he’d meant it. He hadn’t been able to shut Ellen out of his mind. She wasn’t the type of woman he’d envisioned for himself and Sahale. Her softness was buried under walls of defense. She’d amused him with her struggle with Sahale earlier. Sahale had been right. She was trying to rebuild the walls Sahale had cracked on their trip. Jack wouldn’t, couldn’t deny her now. Whatever came, they’d handle it together. If they didn’t have children, he’d still have a family with her and Sahale. A sense of peace came over him as soon as he made his decision. Now all he had to do was repair the damage his question had done. Not an easy task.

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Chapter Eight “We’ll have coffee and pie later,” Sahale said. He and Jack cleared the table, motioning to her to relax. She watched them quickly put the dishes in the dishwasher and the food in the refrigerator. They moved with an economy of motion. Their tall, lean bodies would raise any woman’s blood pressure as they did hers. When Jack leaned down to put something in the bottom of the fridge, she couldn’t keep from admiring his butt, shown off in his tight jeans. A coffee-colored shirt enhanced his sherry-colored brown eyes. His indecision had hurt her, but not enough to take away the attraction she had toward him. He glanced her way and winked when he caught her staring. Heat rushed to her face. Sahale had stepped out of the kitchen. Soft music began to play in the background. Jack stalked toward her. His expression had her starting to come out of her chair and run. He took hold of her shoulder and kept her in the chair. Leaning close, he held her gaze. “I’ve decided you are mine and Sahale’s. You aren’t going anywhere.” His words slid along her skin, prickling her nerves. “You can’t stop me.” She bluffed, hoping he didn’t hear the uncertainty in her voice. “Try me,” he purred. His face came closer. Sparks of gold flashed in his eyes. She’d been mistaken to think he was easier to handle, not as strong as Sahale. He hid it well. She sensed an uncompromising core deep inside him. Once he’d made up his mind, she feared he’d be an immovable object. Ridiculous, he was only a man. “Get back.” She pushed at his chest. He didn’t move an inch.


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“Ask nicely.” His gaze went to her mouth. In spite of her control that she clung to like a life raft, desire swirled in her blood. Her pussy clenched tight. “Go to hell!” As soon as she said the words, she knew she’d pushed too hard. Jack picked her up in his arms and took the stairs to the right two at a time. “Put me down,” she said firmly. “I will, in a minute.” He didn’t slow his steps. Upstairs, he went down a short corridor and kicked the door open on the right side. A large bed sat in the center of the back wall. Without missing a beat, he strode across the room and put her onto the soft mattress. His body followed. He caught her legs between his and held her arms close. “Now we’re going to talk.” Although her body was racing with heat and desire and her heart pounded, she made herself take control and say, “Let me up from here.” “I’ll let you go, if you really want me to.” He waited a moment, and then he kissed her. He raised his head. “Are you frightened of me?” “A little.” “Don’t be. I won’t hurt you, ever.” A hard smile crossed his face. “You thought I’d be easy to control. A pussycat compared to my friend, Sahale. Right?” “The two of you are different.” “Yes, we are some, but in many ways we’re alike. We’ve been best friends for years.” He spoke softly and his warm body held her snug. The anger she’d used as a protection against her feelings for him was draining away. She’d never felt so vulnerable, and that wasn’t an emotion she tolerated well. She started to twist and pull to free herself, but she stopped. His warm, lean, hard body mesmerized her. Her eyes raked over his

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tanned face, his muscled arms holding her close and down to his long legs holding hers tight. “I'll let you go in a moment. I just want you to understand. We’ll take care of you, protect you, love you, but we won’t be handled, controlled, or stand for walls between us.” “I’m not yours to protect. I can take care of myself.” “Really. Sahale rescued you and your dog. Everyone needs help and maybe even protection sometime in their life. I need you to stay still long enough to listen. To really hear what I’m saying.” His voice had softened again. “I made a mess of it downstairs when I asked that question. But watching you during the meal and considering everything, I know you’re the one for us. Whether we ever have children or not. But you have to try and let go of that iron control you use as a shield against everyone. We all have to, especially if we’re going to love.” “Love is a farce played on people’s dreams.” “That’s not love. This is love.” He lowered his head and his lips caressed her mouth with incredible tenderness. When she opened to let him in, his tongue licked and tasted every spot. His hands brushed across her breasts like a whisper of breath. Her nipples peaked tight, wanting more of his touch. He slid his mouth along her neck, to the juncture of neck and shoulder. He kissed the spot where her heart pounded, and then he sat back and stared at her breasts. His hands cupped both through her silky blouse. His thumbs raked across the sensitive points. She moaned and moved restlessly, wanting more. Jack separated the edges of her blouse and breathed deep. He kissed her skin. “You smell like country roses in bloom in the summer.” His eyes sparkled with light. “You taste like the sweetest strawberry just picked from the vine, warm from the sun. You’re warm because you want me. Admit it.” She tried to regain her control, to deny what he said. “I won’t admit anything.”


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“Ah, there goes that damnable control. It frightens the hell out of you to think of not hiding behind it.” He sat back and studied her. “Sahale got inside those walls. He surprised you before you knew what was happening. You think this time you can keep them up and still get what you want. Love doesn’t work that way. It isn’t a game or a challenge.” **** Jack kissed her pouting mouth and slid off the bed. His cock hurt so bad he thought he’d explode, but he had to follow through. “There, you’re free to go. I’m sorry if I came across as a bit of a brute. I didn’t mean to.” Turning his back, he walked into his bathroom, shut the door, and leaned against it. He fought the part of him that wanted to go in and take her. But not on her terms. Not with her walls up and her control in place. She had to want him bad enough to let them go. Later their relationship would be a two-way street, but right now she saw it as only one way, hers. “That’s it?” she yelled. He grinned at the frustration he heard in her voice. He waited. With his heightened hearing, he heard her getting off the bed and mumbling to herself. He knew when she stopped at the other side of the door. He heard her breathing. It took all his control to stay in place and not open the door, take her to bed and plunge his cock into her pussy. Her scent seeped around the crevices, taunting him. Finally, she left the room. First a very cold shower, and then he’d dress and join her and Sahale downstairs. **** “Take me home,” Ellen said to Sahale. Her body shook with the

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hunger Jack had built inside her. She ached from her frustrated desire. Sahale didn’t question her. He led her to the truck. “Could we walk back? The air is cool and inviting.” “Sure. It will give me time to talk with you about tomorrow.” He explained about Mitch’s request. “He thinks, like you, that I have an important forgotten memory?” “Yes. We suspect your father-in-law—” “Ex.” Sahale grinned at her correction. “We think he’s involved in the gun sales and women sold overseas. I expect Morgan and Sara have told you about the group we’ve been trying to bring down.” “Yes, they explained that much after what happened to Morgan.” “Your ex-father-in-law may be the top boss we’ve been after. You can help us.” “I'd be surprised if he was that involved with such illegal trafficking. But I’d agree to do anything to bring that arrogant, hateful man down. I’ll go with you to your grandmother’s house. What does she do?” “She helps you go into a deep trance and talks to you to help you search your memories. It’s a gift few have. She has it.” “Do you?” “Yes, but Mitch wanted her this time.” “All right. As long as I feel comfortable after I meet her, I agree.” “Good. You’re going to love her, and she you. Do you want to talk about what happened back there?” He motioned back toward his house. “I disappeared hoping to give you and Jack a chance to get to know each other better.” “Oh, he knows me, or thinks he does. He’s arrogant and thinks his way is the only way. I don’t agree. This threesome thing will never work.” They’d turned down her street. She heard his snort. She whirled and saw the grin he was struggling not to show. “You are just as bad.” She poked her finger into his hard, muscled


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chest. “Go home. I can find my way.” “Go ahead, but I’m waiting here until I see you go in and your light goes on.” She whirled and stomped along the dirt road, up her walkway, and into the house. Just before she closed the door, she heard him. “Eight o’clock, tomorrow morning.” She slammed the door shut and flipped the switch for the light. She was exhausted. Her emotions kept fluctuating between arousal and anger. In the bathroom, she turned on the water for the tub, making it warm. A bottle of white wine cooled in her refrigerator. She’d added it to her purchases at the last minute. She poured a glass and took it and the bottle back to the bathroom. The tub was full. Her goblet sat fine on the curve at the end of the tub. She sat the bottle on the floor. Throwing off her clothes, Ellen sank into the heated water and tasted the fruity wine. Gradually her body relaxed. Thoughts bombarded her head. She didn’t want to think or feel. She wanted oblivion. She’d almost fallen asleep, a dangerous thing to do in a tub, when strong arms pulled her up and wrapped a towel around her. “You. What are you doing here?” Her words sounded weak to her ears. “How did you get in?” “I knocked and the last few knocks were loud. When you didn’t respond I got worried.” He grinned. “We all know how to get in a locked door. It’s a good thing, I came on in. I saved you from drowning.” He briskly dried her skin before carrying her to her bed. He laid her gently down on the sheet. “And I wanted to finish what we started. Unless you want me to leave.” “No, stay.” Jack threw off his clothes, put on a condom, and joined her. Her limbs were weak and her mind tired. She tried to pull her anger around her for protection, but she was lost the first time he kissed her and his hand held her breast snug.

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Moisture seeped from her pussy, and her breasts were extrasensitive to the touch of his fingers. His mouth suckled one breast as he moved his other hand between her legs. His thumb grazed across her swollen nub, and two fingers slid into her pussy. Unable to shore up her walls and resist him any longer, she whispered, “I want you.” “I know. I want you, too.” He placed his cock at her pussy opening and slowly entered her. His tongue circled her breast and suckled as he went deeper. She moved her hips up to meet him. Her pussy clenched again and again against his wide, hard cock. Thrilling ripples began deep inside and spread across her body. Jack pumped into her faster and harder. Her hands brushed across his chest and her fingers rubbed his nipples. He groaned and bit her lower lip. She splintered into a thousand pieces of light and pleasure. He pushed once more against her womb. She screamed her release as he held her tight and found his. He lay on her for a second, his forehead touching hers, his legs wrapped around her legs. His heart beat like a drum against her chest. “I’m too heavy.” He went to move, and she stopped him. “No, you aren’t.” She wiggled under him. “Behave, or you’ll have more of me to handle.” “Promises, promises.” On some level she knew she’d still try to fight him tomorrow or another day, but not now. Her defenses were down, and it felt too good. This time he savored her like wine, touching, kissing, licking until her body was on fire. He rolled and had her straddle his hips. “Take me inside your hot pussy.” He covered her breasts and raked his thumbs across her sensitive tips as she raised her hips and guided his hard cock to her opening. She moved down, taking him inside, stretching her inner walls to capacity. “Ah, sugar, you are so tight.” His hips met hers as she moved down, taking him deeper. He cupped her breasts in his hands. Her gaze locked on his sherry colored brown eyes as she moved


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up and down, slow at first, and then faster when he clamped his hands around her hips, urging her on. She saw fire flash in his eyes. The shadows slid across his taut cheekbones, and he held his firm lips tight. His neck corded and his head reared back as her inner muscles rippled over his pulsing cock. He gently pinched her nipple and one finger raked across her nub, bringing her along with him as the wave of pleasure washed across them both. Ellen lay on his heaving chest. Her breath came in gasps, and tremors still shook her body. His arms held her close. When she went to move, he turned on his side to let her slide down beside him. She kissed his neck, cuddled into him, and fell into sleep. **** Jack held her loosely in his arms and looked down at her face in repose. Her lush brown hair fell across her forehead. He slid his finger lightly across the arched eyebrows, along her soft cheeks, to her chin that was almost pointed. He grinned. That was why she could look intimidating to a stranger. She raised that chin at them and looked stern. His fingertips traced her bow-shaped mouth, the bottom lip fuller, making him want to take another nip at it. She’d managed to fool a lot of people, even her closest friends to a certain extent. With her manly slacks and loose shirts in bland colors and her hair pulled tight, she’d hidden all her delicious curves. His gaze took in her lush breasts tipped with rosy nipples, a small waist, and slim hips. Her long legs were just right to wrap around his body. Sahale was right. She was their woman whether they had a child or not. They would marry her, love her, and certainly protect her. He lay back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t fooled. Her walls came down temporarily, but they’d have to work harder to break them down for good. They’d do it, no matter how long it took.

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Tomorrow or—he saw the early light coming around the edges of the curtains—today, Sahale would be taking her to meet his grandmother, Nanna. Jack called her Nanna, too. She’d been like another grandmother to him. She’d spoiled them, and punished them if necessary. You didn’t want to have Nanna get after you. When he and Sahale had gone where she’d told them not to and got involved with a snake, her punishment was for them to sit at her house every day after school for several weeks. It seemed like months. They had to study and do jobs around the house. For two active boys who loved the outdoors, it was something they didn’t forget. And they obeyed her after that. He glanced at Ellen again. Her breathing had slowed way down and she’d curled into the fetal position. He didn’t doubt if he touched her she’d come up fighting. She’d had to protect herself for many years. To let him and Sahale take over keeping her safe would take trust. Trust they had to earn. He’d pushed her harder and quicker than he’d planned. There wasn’t time to go slow. If they wanted to be beside her and able to protect her through these next few weeks, she had to at least begin to accept them. Jack rolled out of bed, grabbed his clothes, and went in the bathroom to take a quick shower and dress. When he came out, Ellen blinked her eyes and started to sit up. “Go back to sleep, honey. It’s still early, but I have work waiting for me at the hospital.” He brushed a kiss across her cheek. His hand brushed her hair back off her face. “Sahale will pick you up around eight.” He knelt by her and rubbed her back. She burrowed back into the pillow, too tired to stay awake. When he was sure she slept, he stood and quickly left. If he hesitated, he’d be climbing back into that warm bed to hold her sweet, hot body. Outside, he took long strides, walking toward his cabin. He’d get his truck and be at work by seven. His cell beeped. Flipping it open, he read the message.


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Chapter Nine Ellen woke to knocking at her door. She glanced at her clock, eight ten. She jumped out of bed, threw on her wrapper, and went to the door. “Morning, sweetheart. I brought you some coffee.” Sahale’s gaze traveled from her face, down her neck, stopped for a second at the low neckline of her housecoat, and went on down to her bare feet. “Guess I just woke you up. I’d like to pick you up and join you in your warm bed, but we have orders. Get dressed while I fix your breakfast. Here”—he handed her a cup of coffee—“take that and sip on it while you get ready.” She stood for a second, watching him walk past her to the kitchen. He wore his usual jeans that fit his handsome butt perfectly, but his shirt was fancier, a cowboy shirt in a deep green with brown trim. “You’re dressed up.” “I try to look my best for Nanna. Go on now. We’re wasting time.” He disappeared into the kitchen. Ellen took a sip of the strong, black coffee and headed to her bedroom. She needed a cold shower to get fully awake. Jeans, a gold shirt, and her new boots should be good enough for meeting Nanna. Ellen had already begun to call her that in her mind. She wanted Nanna to like her. Yet she’d never met the woman. But she was important to Sahale. Ellen didn’t want to admit it, but he was becoming important to her, as was Jack. “Breakfast is ready.” Sahale surprised her, standing in her doorway. “Good, you’re dressed. Come along. We have a long ride ahead of us.”


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She’d expected cereal and toast. He’d made a cheese and vegetable omelet. “I didn’t have the ingredients to make that.” “Yeah, I figured as much. I went out to the truck and brought in my cooler. I brought the things I needed with me.” “Oh.” An open, small Styrofoam box sat next to the refrigerator. The omelet smelled good. There was also orange juice and wheat toast with more coffee. “I may agree to marry you just to have you cook me breakfast every morning.” “That’s a good agreement, if you feed me first.” That wicked twinkle was back in his stunning eyes. It took her back for a moment each time she saw him. They glowed like two jewels against the golden tone of his skin and his shiny black hair that fell across his wide forehead. “You’re staring. Eat.” She did as he said and cleaned her plate. “That was delicious. I needed this coffee.” She raised her cup and drank the last drop. “Let me get my purse. I’ll clean this up later.” “No problem. I’ll have the dishes rinsed and in the dishwasher by the time you get back.” A warm hum filled her body. She hurried and soon was headed out the door. It was a sunny day outside with just a nip of coolness. Sahale helped her into the truck and went around and got in. He glanced at his watch. “We’ll be at Nanna’s around lunchtime.” They didn’t talk much on the way. Ellen looked out the window at the fields filled with wildflowers. Occasionally, she saw men herding cattle from place to place and others working on fences or doing other jobs. “They’re always kept busy with this large a ranch,” Sahale said, noting her interest in the surroundings. “Do they go out on jobs like you and Mitch and the others I’ve met?” “If we need a big crew for the job, they will. That’s seldom

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necessary. Most of them love the job of ranching. They’re happy to stay here and keep things going at home. You haven’t met my family yet. Our ranch foreman is my brother. I’ll introduce you the first chance we get.” “I’d like to meet him. He has a big job.” “He does, and he’s an excellent leader. See the two high bluffs?” He nodded to the right. “Nanna’s house is situated between them. The river we’ll be crossing runs behind her home.” “I can’t wait to meet her and see the area. It sounds lovely.” In a few minutes, they rode across a wooden bridge and turned to the right. The bluffs were bigger than her first impression. Sahale drove around the first bluff and into a valley nestled between the two. Green grass and pink, yellow, and white wildflowers spread across the ground. Sunlight sparkled off the water and two deer stood drinking from the opposite side. They raised their heads and turned to run back into the trees behind them. Smoke came out of the chimney of the small cabin. “It looks like a painting. Too charming to be real.” “Nanna asked Mitch for this land to build her house on. He agreed and he talked with my father. Then Dad and some of the other men built the cabin for her.” Sahale grinned. “Under her specifications of course. Mitch visits her regularly.” “I’m almost afraid to meet her. She sounds like a formidable woman, who will find me very ordinary.” “Have an open mind. You’ll be surprised what you find.” “I will.” Ellen took a deep breath and didn’t realize she’d clenched her hand into a fist. Sahale parked the truck and took her hand in his. He smoothed out her fingers. “She will like you because I love you. Nanna and I are connected here.” He put his hand over his heart. “We’ll see.” His hand cupped the side of her face. “Let’s go. The sooner you meet her, the better. She will make you relax.” He got out and came


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around to open her door. He put his hands around her waist and slid her body down against his. “Feel how much I want you. Look in my eyes and see that I love you.” She kept her head down and he raised her chin. “Are you afraid to love?” “Yes.” “Jack and I will take that fear away. You’ll see.” His mouth brushed across her lips, and then he glanced toward the cabin and smiled. “Nanna is waiting.” He took her hand, and led her to the wood porch. A tiny, white-haired woman wearing a blue-and-white striped dress and an apron with ruffles around the edges stood waiting. When Ellen got close, she was surprised to see Sahale and his Nanna shared the same beautiful aquamarine eyes. “Nanna, this is Ellen Simmons. Ellen, my grandmother—” Before he could finish, his grandmother raised her hand. “You may call me Nanna, dear. Come inside and have a cup of tea. We’ll get acquainted. Sahale, please check my mare. And I need more firewood.” “Certainly, Nanna. You’ll call me if needed.” “I will.” She waited until he waved and walked toward the barn. “Now we can talk.” She led the way into a bright, cheerful kitchen. Yellow-and-white curtains billowed from the breeze coming in the two windows. “See,” Nanna said and motioned for Ellen to look outside. “The deer have come back. They know Sahale. They recognize him as a friend.” Ellen saw Sahale on his way to the barn walk close to the deer. They raised their heads then resumed drinking. “He has a good, kind soul. Animals have always been receptive to him. But enough about my grandson. Sit. I will pour you a cup of tea.” She stood for a second longer at the window, enjoying watching the deer, and then walked to the table and sat. Nanna placed a

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steaming cup in front of her and a plate with a slice of cake. Ellen leaned down and sniffed. “Banana bread. It smells like my mother’s.” She took a bite. “And tastes like hers. I thought she was the only one who could make it just so.” Nanna sat and sipped her tea. “You are close to your mother?” Ellen nodded, as she’d just taken a sip of the cinnamon-orangeflavored tea. “To both my parents,” she answered. “Yet, you don’t see them often. You have withdrawn from them.” Stunned, Ellen sat her cup down. “How did you know?” “Things come to me.” She shrugged as though it was nothing unusual. “Tell me about yourself. I know that my grandson feels a bond already with you, and Jack also. They are dear to me.” For a second, Ellen saw a flash, a hint of warning in those eyes so like Sahale’s. She took another bite of the banana bread and a sip of tea. Nanna laughed. Ellen looked at her puzzled. “You are stubborn and determined to be in charge. You will be a trial to Sahale and Jack until you know that you no longer need the walls you hide behind. You must learn there was a time, a long time that you needed them to hide behind. Now, the walls are not necessary. If you persist on keeping them, they may cause you to lose what you’ve been waiting for.” “What do you mean?” Ellen frowned at her. “You are a smart woman, but there is much to learn yet. When the time comes you must let go and trust, or you will lose it all. Now tell me about your life.” Confused and frustrated, Ellen did as she said. She told her about growing up in Tennessee. “Most of the time I had my head stuck in a book. From an early age books of all kinds interested me, especially anything to do with science and research. Mother had difficulty in getting me to learn to cook and sew and clean house.” She smiled at the thought. “My mother is a formidable woman like you, Nanna.”


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“I will meet her.” “After graduation from high school I signed up for community college.” “But you didn’t finish.” Ellen didn’t bother asking how she knew. She just nodded. “Brian Garraloga came home that summer. He’d been a neighbor until he went off to college and law school. He came home in May planning to take his law exam in July. I was eighteen and he was twenty-five.” “You fell in love?” “Yes. He was handsome, dressed in suits or slacks and shirts. Nothing like the local young men. Most of them didn’t own a suit, or want one. He swept me off my feet.” “Your parents weren’t happy.” “No. They wanted me to finish college before marriage. If he loved me, they said he’d wait. But all those hormones were raging and neither of us wanted to wait, and so we eloped. My parents resigned themselves to accepting and loving us. His father was furious and hated me from the start. We lasted two years, got a divorce. I got a master’s degree in biology and studied chemistry as well as an undergraduate. Then I went to work. That about sums it up.” “Ah, there is much left out, I think.” “I don’t discuss my marriage with anyone.” Ellen stared into Nanna’s eyes, determined to be the last to look away. But she didn’t find someone trying to battle wills with her. She saw her own sadness reflected back at her, and a kindness that brought her to tears. “Come here, little one.” Nanna opened her arms. Ellen laughed through her tears. “Little one?” She went to her, though, and knelt in front of the tiny woman. Her arms went around Ellen and she brushed her hand over her hair and spoke in the soft language of her forefathers. Ellen sobbed. She wet the front of Nanna’s apron and still couldn’t stop. “Let it all out, little one. The tears will wash away much of the hurt and pain. Time and care and love will rid you of the rest.”

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Feeling drained, Ellen raised her head and wiped her eyes. She got off her knees and went back to her chair. Nanna took her cup and refilled it. “Drink your tea. I think then you’ll be ready to let me work with you to find the memory you’ve buried deep. The one that makes the bad man want to kill you.” She sat back across from Ellen. “I told Sahale there was a darkness in you. There is, but it is not you. It is the shadow that has haunted you since your divorce.” “My former father-in-law.” “Ah, you know who, but not fully why. If you will let me, I’ll help you dig out the reason.” Sahale knocked on the screen door. “Is it all right if I come in?” “Yes.” Nanna motioned him inside. “Ellen will feel more comfortable if you sit in the corner of the room when we begin.” “How did you know that?” The words spilled out of Ellen’s mouth. “I guess I need to stop asking and just believe.” Her gaze met Nanna’s. A sweet smile curved Nanna’s mouth. Nanna turned to Sahale and put her hand over his heart. “She will make you and Jack a good wife. You will be happy and there will be many children. I will teach the oldest girl the recipes for my teas. Your mother knows them, but they must be handed down through the female line.” “Slow down. I haven’t decided if I’ll marry them,” Ellen protested. Nanna chuckled as she went into her living room. “Come in here, children, by the fireplace. Sahale, you sit in the corner so as not to be a distraction, but she’ll know you are there. Little one, you sit facing me.” She drew two chairs to face partly the fire and partly each other. “Are you ready to begin? I will hypnotize you, but you will not say or do anything you don’t want to. My method is much like a deep meditation. My hope is to have you open your mind and remember what brought on your fear. Many of my words will not be recognizable to you. Listen to the tone, the sound, and the rest will


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follow.” “Let’s get it over with,” Ellen said. She saw the slight smile curve Sahale’s lips. “Look at the fire, Ellen. Watch the flames.” Nanna began to chant in a soft, melodious tone. Ellen stared at the bright flames flickering in the fireplace. Her eyes felt heavy and her body sank further into the chair. A sense of peace and quiet flooded around her. “Go back, Ellen, to the last days of your marriage. Were you happy?” “No. Brian had been upset last night. My period started. I can’t conceive a child. He has lost interest in me and comes home late from work.” Ellen rubbed her chest. “My heart hurts.” “Is Brian home tonight?” “I woke and reached across the bed. His side was cold, as usual.” Ellen made the motions as though she was rubbing her hand across the sheets. “But I hear his voice downstairs. He must be on the phone. I’m determined to confront him once and for all.” She stopped talking and saw herself slipping out of bed. Barefooted, she walked out of the room, and then heard the second voice. Her father-in-law. She gasped. “What is it, Ellen? You are safe. Sahale is here. He will protect you from any harm.” “My father-in-law has far-reaching arms. No one can protect me.” She continued, “I stopped not quite at the rail. Where they couldn’t see me. They were arguing. Brian never argued with his father.” “Can you tell me what they said?” “Brian was saying he was going to be in Congress. He wouldn’t have any part of his father’s underground business.” “Mr. Garraloga yelled that the business had put him through law school and got him elected. He said Brian would do as he was told.” Ellen shook and put her hand to her mouth. “Breathe, Ellen. You are safe. What happened?” Nanna’s soft words slid inside Ellen’s head, urging her onward.

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“He, Mr. Garraloga, heard something. I must have moved, took too deep a breath. I don’t know. I ran into the bedroom and got under the covers. Footsteps sounded on the stairs. I tried to calm my breathing, to pretend to be asleep. They’re at the door. “‘See, she’s sound asleep. She never wakes when I come in late,’ Brian said. “Mr. Garraloga didn’t leave. He stood there, his eyes burning a hole in my back, for what seemed hours. Finally, at Brian’s insistence they went back downstairs.” “Does anything happen in the next few days?” Nanna persisted in a gentle voice. “I went to a meeting the next afternoon. One of the committees he and Brian said I must be on. When I came home and unlocked my door, Brian’s father was waiting. “My heart jumped into my throat. I can see in his eyes he knows I overheard them. He gets out of the chair and comes to me. I can’t move.” Ellen pulled back in her chair and put her hands up to her throat. Nanna took her hands. “That’s all for today. Wake up, Ellen, refreshed and calm.” She stood between Ellen and the fire and clicked her fingers. Sahale took long strides across the polished wood floor to her side. He picked her up and carried her to the sofa, where he sat holding her tight. “You’re all right, sweetheart. I’m here. No one is ever going to hurt you again.” “I’m sleepy.” She lay her head on his shoulder. “Did I remember anything of value?” “Most of it. Nanna said that was enough for now.” “But Mitch is expecting the answer this evening.” Nanna came to her side and ran her hand over her hair. “Quiet, little one. I will ride back with you and Sahale. We will work another time late this afternoon after you rest. We will have Mitch’s answers for him.”


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“Will you stay with Jack and me, Nanna?” Sahale asked. “That is best. Your mother’s house would be another new place to her. She has been to your home.” It was not a question, but Sahale said yes anyway. “If we’re going to do all this before six, we’d better leave now. Ellen can sleep in the backseat while I drive and you keep me company, Nanna.” “Get my overnight bag out of my bedroom, Sahale.” He sat Ellen up. She woke and opened her eyes. Nanna sat beside her and patted her hand. Sahale started to the bedroom. He glanced back. “You knew you’d be coming back with us,” he said to Nanna. “Of course.”

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Chapter Ten Ellen slept the whole way back. Once or twice she’d been aware of mumbling and moved restlessly, but a few soft words from Nanna and she’d returned to a deep sleep. When the truck stopped, she woke feeling relaxed and rested. “I’m hungry.” Sahale and his grandmother laughed. “A piece of banana bread and tea isn’t much substance for how hard you’ve worked,” Nanna said. “I will cook a good, hearty meal for you and my boys. In the meantime Sahale and Jack must have some fruit to satisfy your immediate hunger.” “If not, we’ll get some.” Sahale helped his grandmother and Ellen out of the truck. Nanna took Ellen’s arm and walked into the house. “I see you are still keeping the place neat and clean.” “Nanna knows Jack is a little messy and doesn’t mind clutter,” Sahale said, and smiled. “An understatement,” Jack said, walking in behind them. “Jack.” Nanna put out her arms and Jack bent down to give her a hug. “Your presence brightens our home, Nanna.” “Ah, this is the charmer, Ellen. Watch out for him.” But she spoke the words with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. “I started early and finished early,” Jack explained. “Since you’re here, I’m going to run by the animal hospital. I’ll be back shortly.” Sahale waved and left. “Well, Jack, tell me, does that bag you are holding have any fruit in it?” “Yes, it does. I stopped at the community store. I sensed we might have company.”


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“Good boy.” She had him empty the bag. After washing an apple, an orange, and some grapes, she fixed a plate for Ellen. “Eat this and come talk to me while I cook. Jack, you can sit here with her.” She pointed to two of the kitchen chairs. Nanna went to the refrigerator and took out ground meat, onion, and green peppers. Then she took spices from the spice rack. “I’m going to make spaghetti. I love Italian food.” “We’re all dining at the big house tonight, Nanna,” Jack said. She frowned. “Well, we can freeze it, and you will enjoy it later.” She continued to putter around the kitchen. Ellen looked at Jack. He was watching Nanna, a loving smile on his face. He turned his gaze on her. “You are all right?” “Yes.” She studied Nanna until she looked at her. “You knew I’d dream and see the rest of the story.” “I’d hoped so. For some, it works that way. You are highly receptive. Do you want to tell us?” she asked, and turned to stir the browning meat. “Some of this is a repeat of what I told Sahale and you, but it was much clearer in the dream. I’ll start back at the day I came home from the committee meeting. One of the numerous meetings I was required to attend. When I got home, I unlocked the door and stepped inside to find my father-in-law sitting in my living room, smoking a cigar.” Ellen scrunched her nose. “He knew I hated smoking, and especially cigars. My heart was beating fast. I asked what he wanted.” She stopped to take a breath. Jack came to her side, picked her up, and held her close. “Take your time, and remember he can’t reach you here.” “I know, but I’ve held it in for a long time.” She licked her dry lips. Nanna handed her a glass of water, and then went back to her cooking, throwing in spices, tomatoes, onion. Watching her work and held snugly in Jack’s arms, her heart slowed. “He got up from the chair and came across the room in a few

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quick steps. His fingers gripped my throat. I remember looking into his eyes. They were the darkest blue I’d ever seen. It was like looking into a dark well. He tightened his hands around my neck and pulled me up on my tiptoes. “‘I know you heard us talking. You heard what my son said about my business. You're a smart girl and you can put two and two together. You don’t fool me, missy. I should kill you. That would solve all my problems, maybe. Right now I'd prefer not to have the police snooping around. So this is what we are going to do. My son needs a wife that will help him go far. Not you,’" he whispered in a guttural tone. “I was gasping for breath and my legs ached from trying to balance. He told me my husband had found someone else. That he’d been seeing her for months and she was pregnant, not a barren cow like me. He threw me into a chair and towered over me. “He was like the most frightful monster I’d ever seen. He smelled evil. I was so young, and didn’t have much backbone at the time. He’d made me cry, and he laughed.” Ellen turned and glared at Jack. “This is why I won’t become subservient to any man, no matter if I did love him. Not ever again. I worked hard to become self-reliant and strong.” Jack started to speak, but Ellen saw Nanna shake her head at him. “Can you go on, dear? Or do you need a rest?” Nanna asked. “No rest. I want to get through it and be done.” “That’s my girl,” Jack said. She ignored his comment. “My father-in-law told me to move out that day. To go wherever, he didn’t care. I hadn’t noticed his briefcase. He opened it and put divorce papers in front of me. They had Brian’s signature on them. “I protested, saying I wanted to speak with Brian first. Mr. Garraloga leaned down close to my face. “‘Maybe you don’t understand. If you try to contact or come near my son, or say a word about us or what you heard—you will die.


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There’ll be a tragic accident.’ He leaned even closer, the anger and hate shining in his eyes. ‘Believe me, I can make it happen. We will all say what a wonderful woman you were. It was such a tragedy you had to die at an early age.’ “He put the pen in my hand. By that time I was numb and heartbroken. I signed the papers, went upstairs, and threw a few clothes in a suitcase. He waited for me. He’d called a cab. It was parked at the curb. When he followed me out, he locked the door and held out his hand for my key.” Ellen looked down at her hands. Jack rubbed her back. “I had one suitcase, my purse, and fifty dollars in my pocket. I knew without asking my name had already been taken off our joint bank accounts and credit cards.” “How did you get home?” Nanna asked when Ellen had stopped speaking. Ellen raised a tearstained face to her. “I had the driver take me to a Western Union office. I called my father. He wired me the money to come home. My parents were wonderful. They didn’t ask questions. They helped me get into college, where I met Sara and then Morgan. Gradually, I rebuilt my life. But I was a different person. I’d lost any innocence that I’d had left that day, and my trust in people, with a few exceptions.” “Jack, take her to her cabin. She needs to rest. See that she takes a warm bath.” Nanna reached in her purse. “Fix her a cup of this tea, and stay with her until she sleeps.” Jack had stood and held Ellen in the circle of his arms. He took the package of tea bags from Nanna. Nanna hugged Ellen. “You will begin to heal.” She kissed Ellen’s forehead and stepped back. Strength came back into Ellen’s legs as they walked to the truck, but Jack kept his arm securely around her. He helped her in and went around to the driver’s side. It only took a few minutes before they were at her door. Again, he stayed at her side. “I’m going to be all right. I feel stronger.” “I know, but let me spoil you.” He led her into the bedroom.

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“Undress. I’ll run the water in the tub, and then get your tea.” “It’s not necessary. I want to go to bed.” “You will. After we do as Nanna said.” “She has you two under firm control. I’ll have to ask how she does it.” “It’s not control. It’s because of our love and respect for her that we do as she asks. There’s a difference. You’ve yet to learn that, but you will.” She gave him a skeptical look. “Wait and see.” He left her and went into the bathroom. Ellen heard the water running. She undressed and slipped into a thin robe. “You don’t need that. I’ve already seen you naked.” Jack undid the tie and let her robe fall to the floor. “Gorgeous.” He kissed her mouth and nuzzled her neck. “I’d like to do more, but this isn’t the time.” Picking her up, he carried her to the tub and let her down carefully into the warm water. Then he walked briskly out. She leaned her head against the back of the tub. He’d thrown some of her scented beads in the water, and the smell of roses tickled her nose. In the kitchen she heard him whistling. Nanna was right. This was just what she needed before she slept. Her muscles ached and her insides were raw, like she’d raked her nails across them. And yet she felt lighter, both in weight and in mood, as though she’d excised an ugly boil and gotten rid of the poison. Silly, fanciful thoughts on the edge of falling asleep. “No, you don’t. No drowning. I must get you to promise not to bathe unless Sahale or I are around. You have a tendency to want to fall asleep.” Jack sat on the side of the bathtub and handed her a cup of steaming tea. Scents of flowers, mint, and something unfamiliar rose from the dark blue mug. She blew on the water before taking a sip. “Hmm, delicious.” She smiled at Jack. His blond hair was wavy on top, and fell in silky strands to his collar. Sherry-brown eyes had darkened to a chocolate color. Sensual lips were curved in a soft smile. He had a


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firm jaw. His broad shoulders filled out his light blue flannel shirt, and tight jeans hugged slim hips and long legs. He made her blood warm and race through her veins. “See something you like?” “Maybe. I’d have to unwrap the package to be sure.” For the first time she could remember, she was joking with a man. Jack pulled her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her. He dried her and carried her to the side of the bed before putting her down. “Now you can unwrap your package.” With hands not quite steady, she began at his top button. As she undid each button, she breathed in his musky, masculine scent. Her lips brushed across his chest as she managed to open his shirt and take it off. She stepped back, her legs bumping against the bed, and admired him. He cupped her face in his hands, and gently kissed each eyelid, her cheeks, and briefly touched her lips. “Is that all the further you’re going?” The teasing lilt of his voice made her insides melt. “Oh, no.” She undid his belt and button. Then moved his zipper slowly down. She glanced at his boots. “No problem, sweetheart.” He sat on the bed and pulled first one and then the other off. She pushed him backward onto the bed and yanked at his pants, pulling them and his underwear down and away. His large cock was fully aroused. When her hand circled him she felt the heat and pulsing. Kneeling between his legs, she explored the texture of his skin, the smooth top, the long ridge on the underside. A pearl of liquid tempted her. Her tongue licked across, taking the salty taste into her mouth. Jack groaned. She looked at him. “Don’t stop now, darlin’.” With one hand, she cupped his sac. With the other she held him firmly, and put her mouth over his satin hardness. She heard his sharp intake of breath. His fingers raked through the strands of her hair.

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“Do you like that?” He gave a harsh chuckle. “Do I like breathing?” Becoming more confident, she moved her mouth up and down his cock as her pussy clenched and unclenched and desire swirled deep in her abdomen. Her lips tightened around his girth and her tongue ran across the top of his dick and along the edge. Strong hands stopped her. “Darlin’, I want to be buried in that sweet, hot pussy when I come. Come here.” He pulled her up and over him onto the bed. In seconds he had their positions reversed. He’d grabbed a condom out of his pocket and tore the packet open with his teeth, then rolled it on. Spreading her legs, he tasted her and scraped his teeth across her nub. Fire raced along her nerve endings. She bucked under him as his tongue licked along her pussy lips and his thumb rubbed her clit. An ache built inside her. “More, more,” she moaned. His heated gaze speared her. He rose and moved upward, taking her pebbled nipple between his teeth. His hand cupped her other breast and his fingers brushed across her peak. Then he spread her legs wider with his knees, moved his cock into position, and pushed inside. She came apart instantly. Her body filled with extreme pleasure. Her moist pussy clamped around his cock as her inner muscles rippled around him, draining all he could give. “You two are having fun without me.” Ellen raised her head to see Sahale undressing, putting on a condom, and joining them. “Wait. I don’t—” She didn’t know what to say next. Sahale moved onto the bed at her backside and pulled her hair aside to kiss her neck. “You don’t what, honey?” “I’ve never been with two men.” “I’d hoped not.” Jack spoke from where he lay close against her front. He slipped down and sucked on her breast. She was surprised to feel her body respond again so quickly. Her heart gave a lurch when Sahale kissed all along her spine. His hands


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cupped her buttocks and massaged. She felt moisture flowing out of her pussy. They didn’t give her time to think. Jack rolled her to face Sahale. Sahale took her mouth in a hot, hard kiss. His tongue raked the soft interior, demanding a response. Before she realized it she was kissing him back. His fingers played over her already-sensitive breasts and tight nipples. He moved down and nipped at one. “You smell like roses and taste like strawberries.” He suckled hard on her breast and her pussy tingled. When she groaned, Jack reached around and slipped two fingers into her hot, moist pussy. He moved them in and out while his thumb rubbed her most sensitive spot. Her whole body was on fire. She wasn’t sure where one of them began and another took control. They kissed her, touched her, brought her to a peak, and then pulled back until she screamed, “Damn it, take me.” Jack held her back snug in his embrace while Sahale pulled her legs apart and entered her fast and hard. His tongue went in and out of her mouth, matching his rhythm below. Jack kissed her along her back and whispered in her ear. “Your pussy is hot and wet perfection. Give it all to him, baby. Suck his cock dry.” His naughty words made her hotter and her pussy clench tighter. Sahale reached between them and put pressure on her nub. Her insides filled with hot lava and she bucked against him, taking them both right off the cliff. Sahale rolled off of her and lay back against the bed. His hand brushed her hair back from her face. He leaned over and softly kissed her lips. Her eyes closed and she fell into sleep. **** “We wore her out.” “Yes, but she needed to feel our love, to let it replace the emptiness left after she’d told her story.”

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“And we needed to claim her, to bond the three of us. Even if she won’t admit it right away. She’ll know inside that she’s ours and we’re hers.” Sahale glanced at his watch. “Six. We’re going to be late. We’ll dress and leave her a note to call when she’s ready to come over. Sara will have hors d’oeuvres first. People will mingle. Ellen won’t be too late.” “Sounds like a plan. We have to go home and face Nanna.” “No. She had me take her to my mother’s. She said she had finished her work here for now. My father will take her home early tomorrow.” “Thank goodness. I love her. But it would be like sneaking in after a hot date as a teenager,” Jack said. Sahale chuckled. “Yes, it would.” “You’ve brought Montlief.” Jack bent down and patted the dog’s head. “He’s fully recovered, and I like to know he’s with her when we’re not. I came into the room to tell her and completely forgot. It’s a good thing I’d fastened his leash to the door.” “As soon as you let him go, he’s going to her. He’ll wake her.” “Let’s see.” Sahale untied the leash and unfastened it from around Montlief’s neck. They waited to see what he’d do. The cabin was all new to him. But Montlief picked up her scent and went to the bedroom door. He walked slowly to the bedside and sniffed her hand hanging along the side. When he licked her hand, Sahale was sure she’d awaken, but she didn’t move. “She’s really out. Let’s go. She’ll find our note and Montlief.” He turned and followed Jack outside.


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Chapter Eleven Ellen turned and ran into a warm body. She put her hand out. Fur? She opened her eyes to find Montlief staring at her. “You’re home.” She hugged his neck and he licked her cheek. She glanced around and saw both Jack and Sahale’s clothes gone. They’d just left her. She sat up in bed, a pain sharp in her chest. Montlief jumped off the bed and barked. “I know you want water and to be fed.” She started to slide across and get up when she spotted a paper on the pillow where Montlief had been lying. She grabbed it. They’d let her sleep and gone on ahead. She glanced at the clock. It was six fifty. She needed to shower and dress. She’d be late, so what. Hurrying into the kitchen, she found a bowl already set out with water and two cans of dog food on the table. Sahale had also brought a bed for Montlief and put it in the corner. He’d thought of everything. She opened and emptied a can of the food into a bowl, patted Montlief on the head, and ran for the shower. She searched in her closet for one of the few dresses she’d brought with her. It was made of a silky material. The top crisscrossed over her breasts, showing off her bust. The skirt was made into tiny pleats that flared out when she walked. But the color made the dress. It was a golden brown that highlighted her hair and eyes. She slipped on a pair of matching high heels. To finish, she applied a light touch of makeup, a spritz of cologne, and ran a brush through her hair. She left it hanging loose around her shoulders. There, she was ready. She looked at the number they’d left

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and flipped her cell open to call them. She was sort of embarrassed to be arriving so late. “Hi, darlin’, ready?” Jack’s voice came through the phone. “I’m awfully late. Maybe I’ll just skip it.” “Oh, no. We need you here. Sahale’s on his way out the door as I speak. Did you get some rest?” “Until I rolled over and felt a hairy body close to me. Montlief was staring at me when I opened my eyes.” “We were afraid he’d wake you.” “But it was almost seven, so I got some rest. I see Sahale driving up now. See you soon.” She closed the phone, checked on Montlief, and got to the door before Sahale could knock. “How’s he doing?” Sahale nodded toward Montlief. “Taking over and settling in like he’s lived here forever.” “My.” Sahale stepped back and looked at her. “You look great. I think I’ll destroy all your pants so you have to wear dresses all the time.” His gaze roamed across her body, slowing at her breasts, down over her waist and stomach, to her long legs and her feet in high heels. “The dress and shoes showcase those legs, and the color is perfect for you. Come on. I can’t wait to see Jack’s and your friends’ expressions when they see the real Ellen.” “Is Morgan back?” “Yes, and she looks ready to deliver at any moment. Ethan and Justin can’t quit grinning.” “I’m so happy for them.” For a second a brief touch of sadness moved over her heart. Sahale stopped at the truck door. He took her face into his hands. “It will happen for you and us. Nanna said so. She’s never wrong.” “Don’t get your hopes up. I’ll disappoint you.” “Never, not even if we don’t have children.” He brushed his lips lightly over hers. “Get in. People are waiting to see you, and you must be starved.” Jack stepped beside her and Sahale when they came in the door.


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“Maybe we should have warned you, but you worry too much, so we didn’t.” He motioned to two men and a woman coming toward them. He didn’t have to say who they were. One of the men was tall, broad, and had blond hair. His son, Jack, was almost a replica of him. The other man had dark hair and smiling blue eyes. “Ellen, this is my mother, Beverly, and my fathers, Carl Talisman and Dan Strutters.” His mother took Ellen’s hand. “We’re so glad to meet you and welcome you to our family.” “Oh, but I’m not…” Beverly Talisman smiled. “Not sure? Probably most of your concerns are the same ones that went through my mind before I agreed to marry these two. Our men are a bit possessive and determined once they’ve made a decision. You might as well give in. You won’t regret it.” Carl Talisman leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You might as well agree with her. Dan and I and our children learned early on to say, ‘yes, dear.’” Both men grinned at their wife. “It’s kept our household much more peaceful.” They all laughed at the idea of this small woman telling her big husbands what to do. But Mrs. Talisman nodded her head. “Most of the time they let me have my way.” She touched one of her husbands’ faces, and then the other. Ellen saw the spark flash between them. “They have always wanted me to be happy. You must come to dinner soon and meet Jack’s other brother and our two daughters. We thought what with meeting us and Sahale’s parents tonight that was enough.” Sahale had slipped from her side, but she saw him bringing a man and woman toward her. He had inherited his high cheekbones, black hair, and golden skin tone from his mother. His father was tall, lean, and blond. Sahale took her hand. Jack’s parents greeted Sahale’s parents and moved to the side. “This is my mother, Rozene, and my father, Cathal Connor. Mom

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and Dad, this is Ellen.” “Daren Connor, one of Sara’s husbands, looks like you.” The words slipped out of Ellen’s mouth, and she felt her face heat. “Daren’s father was my brother. He and I were much alike in looks and temperament. It was a sad day when I lost him, but it’s a comfort to see him in his son.” “I didn’t realize until now that Sahale was Daren’s cousin.” “That he is. And may I say my son has shown uncommonly good sense in finding you and bringing you home. We welcome you.” “We certainly do. I had almost given up hoping he’d settle down. Now he tells us he can’t wait. Maybe after he’s wed, his other brothers will follow his example.” Ellen brought her chin up. Before she opened her mouth, she heard Sahale whisper to Jack, who was right behind her. “She’s about to exert her independence. Can’t help but love her for it.” She frowned at both of them and faced the parents. “I’m sorry your sons had led you all to believe that our marriage is a foregone conclusion. I have not agreed to marry them. I’m considering their offer.” Their fathers were struggling to nod and look serious, but she saw the humor in their eyes. Their mothers smiled broadly and looked at each other. “Our son and Jack have chosen wisely. You will make a happy family,” Mrs. Connor stated as though it was a fact. Ellen stood helpless in the center. What did it take to convince them she was going to make up her own mind, in her own time? Sara’s calling them to dinner was a relief. **** Right after they ate, the men adjourned to Mitch’s office. Daren had arrived late for dinner, but went in with the other men to give his


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report. Ellen wished she could hear what they said, especially if it related to her. She suspected part of it did. Instead, she walked across the living room and sat by Morgan. “You look more beautiful than ever. Are you excited?” “Yes. I can’t wait. He or she will be here soon.” She rubbed across her large belly. “Ethan and Justin keep saying I’m beautiful, but right now I feel like a cow.” Sara had joined them. “I know the feeling. Those last few weeks you just seem to get bigger and bigger.” She hugged Ellen. “Sahale told us you’d been working with his grandmother and were exhausted. I’ve heard sessions with her can be intense.” “They were, but she’s a wonderful and amazing woman.” “I hope to get to know her better. Mitch promised to take me next time he visits her. He tries to go once a month. Last month Caitlin was sick, and this month I was.” “Did you have the flu?” Morgan asked. Sara chuckled. “Nothing that brief or simple. This is going to take me about seven months to get over.” “You’re pregnant,” Morgan said and hugged her. “I am. I hope we have a boy this time, but my husbands say they don’t care. Caitlin has them both wrapped around her little finger. I love her, but she’s a little terror. I’ve heard boys are much easier to handle. And this is the last one, at least for a few years. I’ve warned them I’ll lock them out if they aren’t careful.” Ellen and Morgan laughed so hard they cried. The picture of their small friend standing up to her two huge husbands warmed their hearts and tickled them. Mitch and Daren obviously doted on her. Sara smiled back at them, and then asked Ellen, “What did you think of Sahale and Jack’s parents?” “They seemed very nice. I was surprised Sahale only has one father.” “Daren said Sahale’s mother wanted a monogamous relationship and his uncle, Sahale’s dad, hadn’t necessarily planned on a

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threesome, so he was fine with her choice.” “Sahale and Jack have given them all the wrong idea. I may not decide to marry them.” She tried to sound determined, but even to her ears her words sounded weak. “I don’t know,” Morgan said. “Looking at the three of you tonight, you already look like a threesome. But Sara and I understand. We didn’t just cave in easily. Even though we both knew at some level in our head and heart that the decision had been made. I’m so glad you’re here, Ellen. Now we’re all back together.” “Thanks.” Ellen gazed at Morgan. “You’ve changed. I heard you have a dog?” “Rusty, he’s a Labrador. He’s really Justin’s dog, but Justin said Rusty has left him and chosen me. He’s glad, because he and Ethan know Rusty will protect me, if ever needed.” “But how did you get over your dislike of dogs?” “It’s a long, funny story. Sit down and I’ll tell you.” **** “You managed to meet secretly with the President?” Justin asked Daren. “Dad arranged it,” he said, speaking of his one remaining father. “He still has good contacts in Washington. He went with me and introduced me to them. They’ll work with us. The meeting took place late at night in the private residence.” “You explained to him not to trust his usual people?” Mitch asked. “Yes. We arranged for one man that we all believe is honest and not involved to be our contact. I’m to pass the name of who we suspect is the kingpin to him as soon as we know. Do we know who he is?” Daren looked at Jack and Sahale. “Yes.” Sahale and Jack told the group what Ellen had remembered.


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“He might not be the one, but it fits,” Jack said. “It’s the best lead we’ve had. From what I’ve heard of him, he runs a tight ship probably controlled by fear. If we can find his weak spot, we’ll take him down even easier,” Daren added. Mitch leaned forward, looking directly at Sahale and Jack. “Daren and I have a plan. If you two don’t agree, we’ll discuss it. Since Ellen lived in Garraloga’s environment for two years, she had to see and meet many of the men involved with him. “Jack, we’re going to send you in undercover as a rich entrepreneur. You’ll discreetly let people know you’re looking to invest to make more money. Ellen will go along as your wife.” Jack started to say something. Mitch waved him off. “Let me finish. She’s older now than when they knew her. Seeing her changed appearance tonight, just by dressing different, gave me an idea. With a little help she’ll fool them. Ellen’s been to visit Sara several times, and I had to look twice when I saw her. They’ll never recognize her. “We’ll have one of our makeup artist work with her, make some slight changes in her face, and we’ll change her eye color. She can identify the men she saw during those years. No one else can. But if she or you two disagree, we’ll send Rae with you.” The group looked at Jack and Sahale. Sahale nodded. “I can see where it would be a big help. I’m agreeable if I go along as one of their bodyguards. What do you think, Jack?” “Being around the father will be difficult for her. He terrorized her. And he might see past the disguise. But I suggest we leave it up to Ellen. I agree, I’d want Sahale as one of our guards.” “Good enough. One of you get Ellen and ask her to join us,” Daren said. “We need to strike soon.” **** Ellen was surprised when Jack asked her to come with him and join the meeting. She knew from the expressions on her friends’ faces

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that this didn’t happen often. “What do they want?” “They’ve decided on a plan. There’s a part in it for you, if you agree.” Jack stopped her outside the closed door. “Don’t feel you have to do what they ask. You’re not going to be pressured or thought any less of if you say no.” Her heart raced. Jack was so serious. She suspected he didn’t think she was going to like the request. “All right. I’m ready.” He opened the door and followed her inside. A chair had been added between Jack and Sahale. “Ellen, thank you for joining us.” Mitch smiled at her. “Don’t be nervous, we’re all friends.” She realized he’d noticed her tightly clasped hands. She attempted to relax. Her hands went to her sides. Mitch went over the plan and explained why they needed her. “You’ll be protected at all times. Several of the men, including Sahale, will go along as bodyguards to you and Jack. They’ll stay discreetly in the background. “Before you leave here, you’ll have a makeover, and then go to New York to be outfitted by one of the best designers. When you make your first outing in Washington society, no one will recognize you. They may think you remind them of someone, but they won’t know it’s you.” “And,” Daren added, “you can keep the clothes.” “Good.” Jack and Sahale spoke at the same time. Ellen looked at them. “You don’t like the way I dress?” “Oh man, you two are in deep trouble,” Daren said, a big grin on his face. “Come on, guys, we don’t want to watch this.” He moved everyone out. “Sweetheart, we love that dress you’re wearing. But if we had our way, we’d burn all your slacks,” Sahale said. “He’s right, darlin’. You’ve got beautiful legs. You need to show them sometimes. Of course, jeans are more practical on the ranch


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during the day, but not for dress up. This”—he waved his hand along her cocktail dress—“is what you wear for dinners and outings. You’ve used those slacks and loose blouses for a disguise long enough.” She looked from one to the other. They both had worried expressions. She decided to torment them. “I thought you two liked everything about me. You told me so.” She glanced down so they wouldn’t see the laughter she was having a hard time holding in. “We do,” they said quickly. “If you really love your clothes, we won’t say another word. We actually like you best with nothing on,” Jack said. “We can take care of that when we go home.” “I fully agree,” Sahale added. She waited a long minute, letting them suffer, before she started laughing. “What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want to be outfitted by a New York designer and keep the clothes?” “You’re bad.” Jack pulled her out of the chair and against his body. “When we get home, we’re going to pay you back for scaring us.” “I hope so,” she said over her shoulder as she walked out of the room.

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Chapter Twelve Ellen was introduced to Ann, the makeup artist. She was about Ellen’s age. “Let me explain what I intend to do. I’m going to inject a minute amount of this fluid around your chin to make it less pointed,” Ann said and held up a small vial. “Then I’ll put a little bit in your cheek area. The results will last for about a week.” “Is this something that a plastic surgeon would do?” Ellen asked. “This was created by our scientists and has been used frequently during jobs that require a more extensive disguise. I’ve been trained to do this, and no one I’ve worked with has had a problem. “But since you are human, I want to check and make sure you aren’t allergic to it. If we can use this, we won’t have to use a mask or other material to build up your face every day. After a week, the fluid gradually dissolves.” She moved a white towel and picked up the syringe from underneath it. She drew up a tiny amount of the fluid from the vial into the syringe. “I’ll give you a skin test first and see if you have a reaction.” Ann slipped the short, thin needle under the skin and injected a drop. “Now we wait for an hour. I’ll color your hair during that time.” Her hair was dyed a lighter brown with gold tones, but the length had been left untouched. Both Jack and Sahale had warned Ann not to cut Ellen’s hair. She’d laughingly agreed. Ellen was glad they’d left it long for another reason. She’d worn her hair very short when she’d been younger. The longer length helped further her disguise. When her arm showed no reaction from the test, Ann prepared another syringe for her face. “The needle prick is all you’ll feel.


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Ready?” “Yes, I think.” Ellen stared at the syringe as it got closer. She hated shots. “Close your eyes for a few minutes, and I’ll be all finished.” She was amazed when Ann finished working on her face. The injections hadn’t been bad, and her chin was now rounded and her cheeks just a bit fuller. With subtle makeup, Ann had made her eyes look bigger. Ellen had also been fitted for partial contacts. They were different from the ones available on the regular market. These fit exactly over the ring portion of the iris where the eye color was located, not across the pupil. They changed her brown eyes to blue and didn’t affect her vision. Since they only covered that small part, she could wear them day and night. She didn’t have to worry about removing them during the short time they’d be in Washington. “There you are. I’m finished. What do you think?” Ann said and stepped back. “I think you’re a magician.” “Do you like the makeup? If so, when you come back, I can show you how to do it yourself. Once your face is completely back to normal. For now, Mitch wants me to go along and make sure the disguise and makeup is right each day before you go out.” “Thank you. I’ll feel more comfortable having your help. And I do want you to teach me how to put on the eye makeup and the other cosmetics you used on my face. If I decide to stay here at the ranch.” “The way you look at your men and they look at you, I’d think it was a foregone conclusion. But you’re smart to keep them guessing a while longer.” She pulled the cape off Ellen so she could get out of the chair. “I see one of them coming in the door now.” Jack stopped and stared. “Ann, you’re amazing. No one is going to recognize her. You look gorgeous, as usual, darlin’.” “And as usual, you’re full of charm.” Ellen smiled at Ann. “This man is full of the Irish blarney, and Sahale has the Irish father.” “What? I’m truthful as the day is long.”

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“And winter is coming soon.” Ellen glanced at her reflection in the mirror. With the right clothes she might just fool even Garraloga. “Come on, darlin’. I can’t wait for Sahale to see the change.” Jack put his hand on the small of her back to guide her toward the truck. She loved that touch they both gave her. It made her feel special and safe. Once they were driving along, Ellen turned sideways to look at Jack. “How soon do we leave?” He glanced her way. “We fly to New York early tomorrow. You have an appointment at one o’clock with the designer. He’s made some outfits from the measurements we gave him. This will be the final fitting. He knows how we want you to look.” “Then Washington?” “Two nights from now we attend a dinner and dance with all the big names in town. Reports are the President and his wife may attend and of course Garraloga and his son will be there.” Ellen took a deep breath as fear grabbed at her throat. Jack reached across and took her hand. “Don’t worry, darlin’. This time he’ll have to go through Sahale and me and at least six other guys to even breathe on you.” His harsh tone emphasized his determination. Her heart rate slowed down a bit, but an uneasiness settled inside her. Garraloga was evil, rich, powerful, and smart, a dangerous combination. She didn’t fear only for herself, but also for all the men who’d be with her. Still, she wanted to be part of bringing him down, if that was possible. She believed her Wyoming warriors were the best hope of that happening. **** “Are you sure I need this many outfits?” Ellen asked as the dressmaker called for another dress to be brought to them. She’d tried on two gowns, two cocktail dresses, suits with skirts, and a shorts outfit. Also, one of the women packed lace panties and matching bras,


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sheer nightgowns, and stockings into her new luggage. “This is going to be very expensive,” Ellen protested for the third time. “No problem. Sahale and I can afford it. Mitch wanted to pay for it all in payment for your services on the job, but we want to buy our woman her clothes. You’re definitely keeping them.” “Your woman.” Ellen raised her eyebrows. Jack laughed. “I knew that would raise your hackles, honey.” Ellen frowned at him as she followed the saleswoman into the dressing room. This dress was a peacock blue, tailored, with short sleeves and a three-quarter-sleeve jacket in the same blue with green trim. She had on the pair of high heels that went along with her outfit. Every dress or suit had to have a matching pair of shoes, according to the lady helping her. “Do you like it, Madam?” The woman spoke with a French accent. “I love them all. It’s just so much, but there is no changing my husband’s mind.” “He is most generous and very handsome.” “Indeed, he is both.” Ellen had noticed the looks Jack had gotten from all the women in the shop. And who could blame them. He’d dressed in a dark blue suit, and with his longish blond hair and dark green eyes, thanks to contacts, he’d make any woman’s insides turn to mush. Of course, she liked his brown eyes even more. When she walked out of the dressing room, she gave him a long look. “You’re staring again, honey,” Jack whispered, a wicked smile curving his tempting mouth. She leaned down and kissed him. Let the rest of the women eat their hearts out. He was hers, at least for now. “Thank you for all the beautiful clothes.” “I’ll expect to be paid in full when we get to our hotel room in Washington,” he spoke softly, for her ears only. “When do we leave? Are we through here?”

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“Most women wouldn’t want to leave this shop.” “I’m not most women.” “Ah, that is true, thank goodness.” Her heart warmed at his words. He and Sahale never missed a chance to tell her she was special. If only she was certain she could believe them. Jack brushed his hand along the crease in her forehead. “Stop doubting,” he commented, almost as though he read her mind. Both Sahale and he had an uncommon ability to sense her emotions. He went with the designer to the front of the shop to pay while the saleslady packed the last of her clothes. “Do you wish to use your new handbag now?” The woman held up the purse to match the shoes Ellen wore. She’d left on the last outfit for traveling. “Yes, it won’t take me long to switch my things, and you can pack this old one in the case.” “Beautiful,” Jack said on returning. Her outfit complete, they left the dress shop and headed to the airport. Their private jet was ready to fly them to DC. What a difference her return was from the way she’d left ten years ago. She was settled in her seat with Jack beside her when the jet took off. Jack took her hand and looked at the wedding band and engagement ring she’d been given to wear. “Do you like this style? We want to get a set that will please you.” “I haven’t said yes.” “A mere formality, my sweet.” “We’ll see.” “We mustn’t forget to use our new names. You did well in the dress shop.” “That was easy. I kept referring to you as my husband and flashing my rings in front of those hungry-looking women.” Jack shouted with laughter. “Honey, you don’t have to worry. I’ve gotten my roving days out of me, especially since meeting you. Once we find the woman for us, no one can tempt us away. You’ll learn to


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trust that one of these days.” Ellen hoped he was right. She’d seen the happiness Sara and Morgan had found with their husbands. What had surprised her was how much she liked the idea of marrying them both. The only obstacle holding her back from grabbing for her own happy ending was fear, well engrained. A black limousine met them at the airport. Three men dressed in black suits got out of the car. One of them was Sahale. Ellen smiled at him as he helped her into the back seat. Jack got in on one side and he on the other. She took in a deep breath, enjoying their special scents. “Did you have fun, sweetheart?” Sahale asked as the car took off along the busy road. “She wanted to stop after the first few outfits, but I didn’t let her.” “I’m sure they cost you two a fortune,” Ellen said. “We can afford pretty much anything you want, short of a huge ocean liner, but we could buy you a small one,” Sahale teased. She slapped her hand against his hard, muscled thigh. “Be serious.” “I am. And I can’t wait to get you alone so we can prove it,” Sahale answered. Heat went straight to her face. She glanced at the two men up front. She heard them chuckle. Darn, they were all too good at hearing the slightest whisper. Sahale wrapped his hand around hers. She ignored the two of them, or tried. She’d been away from Washington for ten years. It was almost like seeing it for the first time. She was fascinated by the unique buildings and crowds of people walking briskly along the sidewalks. They pulled up in front of an impressive hotel. Their door was opened. She and Jack were escorted inside to the front desk. Sahale and one of the men from the front seat followed them. Soft music played in the background, and a low hum of voices was heard from around the huge lobby.

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Sparkling chandeliers sent prisms of light to every corner. Huge vases filled with exotic flowers sat on marble-topped tables and scented the air. Their escort left them at the desk, where the manager personally greeted them. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Linear. We have the President’s suite ready for you and your entourage.” “Good. The rest of my staff will be here shortly. Please send them right up. I believe you have the names.” Jack sounded exactly like a rich man used to receiving excellent service. “But of course, Mr. Linear. If something is not exactly as you wish, contact me immediately. It will be taken care of.” Jack nodded. “I expect nothing less than perfection.” Ellen had to bite her lip. In spite of the fear trying to take control, his words made her want to laugh. She had never seen a hotel suite, much less a Presidential one in the heart of Washington. Double doors opened into a wide foyer and then they walked further onto plush, blue-gray carpet in a large room with floor-length sliding doors to a wide veranda facing the city. The Washington Monument towered nearby. “Like it?” Sahale put his hands on her shoulders. She leaned back into his warmth and security. “It’s a beautiful sight. I never saw the city from this angle. We lived in a lovely suburb, but nothing as rich as this.” She indicated the suite behind them. “Where are the others?” she asked when they walked back in. “The right side has a smaller living room and several bedrooms off of it. That’s where they’ll stay. To the left is our area.” Sahale took her hand and led her into a small sitting room. The door on the opposite side went into the master bedroom and a very large bath and dressing area. Jack was hanging his and her clothes up. “The maid wanted to do it. But she’d take too long. We wanted to have a little time alone with our gal.”


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Sahale pulled back the satin spread and top covers. Then he walked back to Ellen, where she stood watching them. “This is a lovely outfit, but if you don’t get out of it in the next few minutes, I’ll rip it off.” She was startled at his gruff tone. Desire had darkened his beautiful eyes. She turned her back to him. “Try not to mess up the zipper. I really like this dress.” She shrugged out of the jacket. Cool air hit her hot skin as the long zipper went down. Her dress fell to the floor. “Damn,” Jack said, coming to join them. “I do like those wisps of lace against your creamy skin.” Sahale stood back to admire her. “We’re going to burn those functional white panties and bras when we get back.” “I agree,” Jack said. “No, you don’t. It’s my decision.” “Nope.” Jack’s warm hands unclasped her bra and flung it to the side. Sahale cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed each pebbled nipple. Jack pulled her panties down and removed her shoes at the same time. His hands slid up the backs of her legs and massaged her butt, and then he ran a fingertip along her spine. Desire filled every nerve in her body. Heat flashed through her blood. Moisture seeped from her throbbing pussy. Her hunger for them had blossomed into a voracious need in a matter of minutes. Jack stepped back and threw off his shirt and pants. He’d already removed his jacket. Sahale devoured her mouth. She tried to keep her thoughts straight long enough to undo his tie, push his jacket off, and rip his shirt open. She sighed when her stimulated breasts lay against his warm chest. His tongue swept around her mouth, tasting and teasing her to match his strokes. Her hand reached up and freed his silky black hair. He moved back to finish undressing. Jack, having totally undressed, put on a condom and wrapped his arm around her waist

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from the back. With his other hand, he stroked her nub. He kissed her neck. Sheer pleasure streaked through her. Sahale came back to her front, kissed her, and rubbed her nipples between his fingers. She was surrounded by their heat, hands, and mouths. Her pussy clenched around the two fingers Jack slid inside her. She moaned. Reaching back, she gripped his hard cock and moved her hand up and down. Her other hand gripped Sahale. “Take her to bed,” Sahale groaned. Jack stopped her hand movements. As Sahale backed off, he carried her to bed and flipped her on her stomach. Getting behind her, he pulled her hard against him. “I’m going to take you from behind, darlin’.” His words hiked her desire to another level. Jack rubbed her nub and her nipple while moving his hard cock over her backside. Then he guided his cock to her pussy and plunged in. His finger went back to her nub and circled the sensitive area. Her pussy immediately clamped around his thick girth. She clenched and unclenched around him, sending shivers along her spine. As he moved more and more rapidly inside her, a demanding desire had her pushing hard against him. Jack tightened his grip on her nipple and rubbed quickly across her nub as he pounded into her. She exploded with heat and a bombardment of sensual excitement cascading throughout her body. Sahale pulled her close as she shivered in reaction. Jack kissed her back and whispered sweet words into her ear. Gradually, her tremors lessened, and they lay on either side of her. “Damn, sweetheart, if this gets much better, one day we’ll explode into a million fragments.” “Nonsense. If I do marry you and Sahale, I expect to be pleasured for many long years. You’d better get used to it. The very idea that two big men can’t take a little loving.” “I think she just gave us a challenge.” Jack rose above her and looked down at her face. “You should know we love challenges, and


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we don’t lose.” “We’ll see,” she taunted them. She moved to the side of the bed. “That is, of course, if I agree to marry you. I’m hungry.” She glanced back. Sahale and Jack wore the same expression, dangerous and exciting. She may have made a mistake in taunting her warriors. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Deep inside, she knew they’d never hurt, her and a little danger that wouldn’t get completely out of control might be very tantalizing.

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Chapter Thirteen Their first big appearance was at the ball tonight. Ellen briefly felt nauseous at the idea of meeting her ex-husband, his wife, and his father again. But they were not only going to be there, they’d be seated at the same table as them. She paced across the large living room. “What if they recognize me?” “Sweetheart, they may see a vague familiarity. They won’t know it’s you,” Sahale said. He took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “Go powder your nose and we’ll go for a walk. You’re wearing a path in this lovely carpet.” Ellen glanced up at him and saw the twinkle in his eyes. “Oh, all right.” She went into her bedroom and checked her appearance. Ann had done her hair and makeup right after she had dressed. She studied herself in detail. There was no evidence of the confused, unsophisticated woman who had left this city ten years ago. Her new green-and-white polka dot shirtwaist dress fit her perfectly. She slipped on a pair of low-heeled, cream-colored shoes. They’d be much more comfortable for walking than her high heels. When she came out of her bedroom, Sahale and two of the other men waited for her. “We can’t walk alone?” “We aren’t taking chances. They’ll walk far enough back that no one will realize they’re with us.” He took her arm and opened the door to the suite. “You look lovely.” “I feel quite glamorous. Which makes it a little easier to play the part of a rich man’s trophy wife. One that has no brains, a big smile, and agrees with everything her husband says.”


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They stepped into the empty elevator. “I don’t suppose you’ll continue to play that part back at the ranch.” When she frowned at him, he grinned. “Just asking. It would probably get boring after a while to have you agree with us all the time. On a serious note, remember, when these elevator doors open you are Mr. Linear’s wife, and I’m escorting you while you take a walk. No loving looks in my direction.” The doors slid open just as he finished speaking. Ellen lifted her chin and strode out. Sahale walked beside her, but not too close. The other two bodyguards left some distance between them. It was a cool fall morning with clear blue skies and wisps of clouds floating overhead. “Can’t you feel it? I always thought the city had its own personal beat to it, like a pulse. Especially exciting if you’re new in town or haven’t been here in a long time. I’d forgotten how it felt.” She took a deep breath. Her tension eased as they walked down the busy streets. She stopped occasionally to glance in a store window. Sahale was a quiet, protective presence at her side. He sensed when her body was full of turmoil. Even if she hadn’t been pacing, he’d have known. He knew how to calm her fears. “We’d better turn around and head back,” Sahale said as she started to cross the next street. “Hank will return and wonder where you are.” They all used their fake names now. Reluctantly, she agreed. “It’s going to be a long afternoon.” A slight smile curled his lips upward. “It’s lunchtime, and after you eat, I’m sure you’ll need to rest.” The flash of fire hidden deep in his eyes sent a sizzle of heat down her spine. “I might agree to rest for a while.” She loved teasing him and Jack. “Don’t worry. Your husband and his friend know just what will help.” He spoke in a soft voice that wouldn’t carry to anyone rushing by them. “He and his friend are welcome to try.”

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Sahale had stepped behind her as they entered the lobby. She’d started to turn her head to say something to him when her eyes met the monster’s that had been in her head forever. Garraloga had just turned from speaking to another man in the foyer of the hotel. His eyes slid from her face down her body and up again. She didn’t miss the flash of lust in his face. It shook her. Her heart pounded, and for a second she feared she’d faint. He headed in their direction. She knew Sahale had recognized him. They’d all been given pictures of him and his son. He immediately stepped beside her, and she was aware her other bodyguards were right at her back. Seeing her entourage, Garraloga apparently changed his mind, gave her a brief nod, and continued past them and out the door. She walked quickly to the private elevator to their suite. Once the doors closed, she took a deep breath. “Are you all right?” Sahale leaned down to look at her face. “I think so. Did I do all right? I couldn’t think. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and my legs didn’t feel like they’d hold me up.” “You did great. Your face was blank, which was good. It gave him no encouragement. But we hadn’t figured on him being attracted to the new you. If the opportunity comes, I plan to make him regret that look he gave you, and the other things he’s done to you in the past. “This could work in our favor, though. We’ll have a meeting with the rest of the team after lunch. I’m going to contact Mitch to join us.” **** Her appetite had gone. She barely ate lunch. All she saw in her mind’s eye was him. At least the first shock was over and tonight shouldn’t be quite as difficult. She hoped. Mitch had gathered them all in the living room. He knelt in front


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of her. “You’re all right?” “I’ll do.” She tried to smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you down. I want him in jail as much as you do.” “The thought never entered my mind that you’d let us down. You, Morgan, and my Sara have brave hearts.” He smiled at her and stood to face them all. He looked at Sahale. “Tell me exactly what happened.” Sahale told him about their walk, and then entering the hotel. “We all three surrounded her. He’d planned to say something to her but went on by after he gave us the once over.” “He’s already checked by now on who you are and what you’re doing in town. Jack made the first contact with his son this morning, offering to give a substantial donation to his reelection campaign. Garraloga will know that by the time you meet him this evening. He has his pulse on this town, and his fingers in many pies.” Mitch directed his next words at Sahale and the bodyguards. “No more walks. It’s too dangerous.” He glanced at Ellen. “Sorry.” “No problem. But I’m glad we went out, and I saw him first before the big dinner and dance tonight. The first shock is over.” “Jack, how did the meeting go?” Mitch asked. “He was very cordial after I told him how much money I have to give to his campaign. We had a drink and chatted. I told him my wife and I would be at the dinner dance tonight.” Jack turned to Ellen. “He’s looking forward to meeting you.” “I’m sure he is. I almost wish I could go as myself, but this is more fun. He, like his dad, always had an eye for an attractive woman.” Although I’d tried to ignore and deny it when I was married to him. “All right, everyone. This is it. We have tonight, then the cocktail party tomorrow that Mr. and Mrs. Linear are giving, and maybe one or two more days after that to get the information we need.” Mitch turned to Ellen. “Did you recognize the man he was talking to here at the hotel?”

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Did she? Ellen tried to remember what the other person looked like. She’d been so surprised to see him. She closed her eyes, trying to recall. She’d seen two men standing between her and the elevator. Now, she remembered. The other man had looked angry, his face drawn and pale. “Yes, I’ve seen him a few times in the past. I think he works in the Treasury Department. He looked angry and scared. What was his name?” She went through the alphabet, trying to recall. “H, Harold, no, Hector, yes. I can’t remember the last name. But I’ve met few men with that first name, and it stuck.” “We can find out the rest. As you say, that isn’t a common first name, and you recalled where he worked. If he’s unhappy, he may be our weak link.” Mitch ended their meeting and left. The rest of the crew went back to their side of the suite, leaving Ellen, Jack, and Sahale alone. “I leave you two alone and you get into trouble,” Jack teased. “Sahale was trying to save the carpet. I was making a worn track from pacing.” “There are ways to diffuse anxiety that are more fun than walking.” Jack wiggled his eyebrows, making her laugh. “Come into my lair, said the lion to his lunch.” “Funny, funny.” Ellen took his hand and Sahale followed close behind. “This is another lovely outfit, but it has too many buttons,” Jack said. He started undoing the buttons that ran from the top almost to the hem. Sahale reached around and took off her matching belt. Their combined heat sent her temperature soaring. The air conditioning flowing out of the vent made her shiver. Her dress was put on the nearby chair. Jack slipped her shoes off and she stood in her pink lace bikini panties and matching lacey bra. Sahale brushed her hair over her shoulder and kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her pussy began to throb and moisture seeped out. Jack ran the edge of his teeth across the tender skin of her


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thigh as he moved up her body. He kissed her abdomen and nibbled along her rib cage. Her breathing became more erratic. Her pulse bounded against the inside of her wrist when Sahale kissed her there. His kisses went up her arm, to her shoulders, and down her spine. He slipped his finger inside her wet panties and touched her nub. Tremors of desire shook her body as they both kissed and touched her around and under her lingerie. She wanted to tear off her bra that felt much too tight, but Jack took her nipple in his mouth through the fine silk. When she didn’t think she could take a second more without screaming, Jack turned her to face Sahale. “Your turn,” Jack said. Sahale ripped the tiny panties off her. He quickly sheathed his hard cock and lifted her. “Put your legs around my waist,” he demanded. She wrapped herself around him, arms and legs. He moved her so her back was against the wall. Staring into her eyes, he pushed his wide, long cock completely in her. Her inner muscles tightened around him. A throbbing ache built, and sent ripples through her pussy. He stared deep into her eyes. Her body was falling into a welcoming warmth. Pleasure sent spikes of electricity shooting along her nerves. Her mouth clamped onto his and sucked on his tongue. His dick pounded into her, taking, demanding, and giving until she screamed his name. In the distance she heard his groan. His heart beat hard against her breasts. Sahale held her there for several minutes as they both returned to reality. “I didn’t hurt you?” “No.” She could only manage the one word. Sahale turned with her in his arms and handed her to Jack. Jack strode across the room and into the shower he already had ready. He stepped in with her in his arms, and then let her body slide down against his hard frame until her feet touched the tile floor. Taking her shampoo bottle, he poured the liquid into his hands

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and made suds then washed her hair, massaging her scalp as he did. Ellen closed her eyes, submitting herself to his care. Her total awareness focused on the magic of his hands roaming from her face to her neck to every particle of skin. The silky, fragrant soap couldn’t mask his powerful scent. Jack rinsed her skin, dried her, and carried her to bed. “I’ll start on the massage while you shower,” he said as Sahale headed toward the bath. “Join us when you get out.” “I won’t be long.” “This is a cream.” Jack held up a small bottle. “Our lab created it. It both relaxes the body and enhances the sexual experience. Do you want me to use it during your massage?” She eyed the bottle and rubbed her teeth along her lip. “I don’t think we need any more enhancement.” “It’s not long lasting, and won’t hurt you. I promise. And oh yes, it can make a difference.” Jack waited patiently for her answer. “I guess we could try it.” He smiled and squeezed some of the lotion on his hands. “Turn on your stomach.” She did as he said. A sizzle of fear crept up her spine. He started at her feet to massage her instep and up the back of her legs. A sense of warmth and relaxation soaked into her muscles. Deep inside, the first flicker of desire coiled in her abdomen. His hands were warm and firm as he kneaded her muscles. She sighed as her body began to hum. When he rolled her over, Sahale moved onto the bed. “I’ll start at the top.” Sahale coated his hands with the sweetsmelling cream and lightly ran his fingers on the skin of her forehead, her cheeks and massaged her ear lobes. His hooded eyes watched her expression. Fire licked at the edges of her consciousness, and a hunger sprang to life. Every touch of their hands made her skin more sensitive, more aware.


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Sahale slid his hands around her neck and shoulders. Below, Jack continued rubbing the lotion on her legs and abdomen. He skirted the area, for now, where her hunger made her pussy clench and unclench and moisture wet her pussy lips. Hands cupped her breasts and rubbed the lotion into her tender skin. Fingers tightened on her pebbled nipples, and she cried out as her pleasure level went out of the stratosphere. Never had her body been so receptive, or felt such keen awareness of every breath against her skin, every subtle touch. In unison, Jack spread her legs and sucked on her nub and Sahale suckled her breasts. She screamed as hot lava poured over her nerves and the most exquisite orgasm shook her body. “Take me.” Jack plunged in to the hilt. He moved fast, sending her higher and higher. Sahale kissed her lips and caressed her sensitive breasts. Jack pulled out. She cried, “No.” He ran his finger across her swollen nub and sent fire chasing across her skin again. Now he moved in slowly. Sahale lay to her side, whispering loving words in her ear. Jack’s hands rubbed her nipples as his speed increased. She raised her hips, taking him deep, and his pulsing cock drove him and her into another shattering crescendo. She gulped for breath while delicious waves of the most radiant feeling continued to flow until they gradually had her sinking into a soft cloud of sleep. **** “She’ll rest until it’s time to go.” Sahale kissed her temple. “The lotion was a good idea.” “Yeah, for us and her. She’s relaxed now.” Jack rose and went into the bathroom. Sahale pulled her into his arms and lay enjoying the soft feel of

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her against him. Her light breath fluttered across his neck. He closed his eyes to be more cognizant of his heightened sensations whenever he was close to her. Love for her swelled in his heart. They’d marry her and have a home, whether or not it included children. She was a gift either way. He hoped if her former husband mentioned his children, she wouldn’t be hurt too much. Maybe after this afternoon, seeing his and Jack’s love for her, the blow wouldn’t hit as hard. Jack came back, his hair wet from the shower. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, then sat to put on his shoes. “She still sound asleep?” “Yes. I’m going to shower, and we’ll look over our maps and plans again.” “Right, we can’t make one mistake. I’ll make coffee. Bring the other guys with you when you come.” Jack left the room. Sahale moved slowly so as not to wake Ellen. He took a quick shower, dressed, and left the door cracked in case she woke and called out. He strode across the large living room and knocked on the adjoining door. He asked the others to come with him. “Ann, Ellen washed her hair. She’s sleeping now, but you’ll need to wake her in time to redo her hair and makeup.” “I don’t imagine she managed to mess up my creative work all on her own.” He grinned and held up his hands. “What can I say? I’m guilty.” She laughed and shooed him on his way. Jack was studying the map when they joined him in the study. **** A knock on the door woke her. Ellen opened her eyes, completely awake in an instant, feeling refreshed and calm. “Time to get ready,” Ann said. She looked at her head. “We have


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some work to do on that hair and your makeup.” “Give me a moment.” “Sure. I’ll be back in five.” Ellen didn’t want Ann to see she was naked, although she was sure they all knew what went on behind the closed doors. She ran to the bathroom and showered. Then she put on a pair of jeans and one of Jack’s old shirts. Ann returned as she finished dressing. “The car leaves at six thirty. We have a little over an hour to get you ready.” “What about Jack and Sahale?” “You must have been sleeping soundly. They’ve dressed for the evening.” She sat Ellen on the stool in front of the mirror in the dressing room and began to work on her face. “This is your big night. I’ll have you looking gorgeous. We’ll do your makeup first, then put on your dress and do your hair.”

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Chapter Fourteen Ellen couldn’t believe it was her. The subtle changes to her face and the makeup made a difference. They’d been right. No one who knew her before, in Washington, would suspect she was Brian’s divorced wife. Her gown was a soft pink that fit snug at the top and had a flowing skirt. Thin chains of diamonds encircled her neck and wrists. Diamond studs were in her ears, and a diamond pin held her long hair back on one side. She’d chosen to wear pink, low-heeled slippers. They were pretty and comfortable. “It’s time to go. Are you…” Jack’s words stopped. He walked around her. “You’ve always been beautiful, but dressed like this you look like a princess.” “I second that.” Sahale stepped in and closed the door. Their loving looks warmed her heart and steadied her insides. Both of them looked way too handsome in tuxedos. “I’m glad you two like my new outfit. Every woman in the room is going to be looking at you two and drooling.” Sahale laughed and a slight blush covered his cheeks. “What we really like is the person inside that dress,” he reminded her. “But we have to go. No time to unwrap you.” His smile made her melt. “And don’t look at him that way tonight, or the others will think you’re cheating on me with your bodyguard.” “I’ll remember.” She patted Jack’s cheek. “As soon as I go out of this room, I become Crystal Linear, and you are my adoring husband, Hank.” They hurried into the elevator and out to the waiting limousine. Ellen found herself sitting snug between her two men with two more


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bodyguards in the front. “Make an excuse to go to the ladies’ room if anything upsets you too much,” Jack said. “I’m all right. I’ll do this, and enjoy helping bring down Mr. Garraloga and Brian.” Jack gave her leg a squeeze. “We’re here. You’ll be fine.” The car drove up to the front of another fancy hotel. The doorman opened their door, and Jack helped her out. The overhead lights shone on his golden-blond hair. His broad shoulders were emphasized by the tux jacket. When Sahale got out behind her, two women stopped in their tracks, staring at her men. Ellen took Jack’s arm and moved close against him. The side of her breast brushed against his arm. She heard his hiss and his whisper. “Wait till we get you home.” “Promises, promises,” she teased as they walked into the lobby with Sahale right behind. They followed the crowd into a huge ballroom. Tables had been set around the dance floor, and a podium had been placed in the front to the right side. Each round table held ten people. Jack, or Hank—she had to start thinking of him in those terms—glanced at his invitation. “We’re seated at table four. Hmm, right in the middle in the front line. Brian arranged our seating. His secretary called with the table number.” Jack took her hand and led her around couples standing in groups. When they got to the front, he maneuvered his way to their table. Several women sat talking. The men were obviously somewhere mingling in the crowd. “Linear, over here. Join us.” Garraloga waved at Jack. “Honey, do you mind if I leave you alone for a moment?” “No, go right ahead.” Ellen smiled at the ladies. “I’m Crystal Linear.” “Who’s your handsome bodyguard, Crystal?” A brunette, wearing a bright-red gown with an extremely low top, nodded at Sahale. “His name is Paul.” She glanced back and smiled at Sahale, who

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was looking very formidable. “He keeps my husband and me safe.” “Have you been threatened?” One of the other women spoke up. “Rich men and their families are always vulnerable. Hank doesn’t believe in being unprepared.” “I love your gown.” The soft-spoken blonde woman put out her hand. “Welcome to Washington. I’m Pat Garraloga.” Her name hit Ellen unexpectedly, even though she’d known Brian’s wife would be at their table. She forced herself to shake hands with the woman who’d taken her husband away. But not really. Be honest with yourself, Ellen. He was gone long before she came onto the scene. Pat Garraloga was not what she’d expected. She had kind, light blue eyes. She’d guess Pat wasn’t over five foot three, and she appeared dainty. Her blue gown had a modest neckline, sophisticated in a manner that fit her quiet demeanor. “Thank you,” Ellen said in reply to her compliment. She hoped she hadn’t hesitated too long. Thank goodness none of the other women were paying her much attention. Their eyes were on Sahale, standing behind her, and Jack, headed in this direction followed by the other men. Mr. Garraloga stopped for a split second on seeing her, and then sidestepped several others to come directly to her. “I believe I saw you yesterday.” He stared at her breasts. Nausea churned in her stomach, but she forced herself to give him a slight smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember.” Garraloga shot her a quick, heated glance. “You were coming in the hotel from outside. Your bodyguard,” he motioned toward Sahale, “was with you. If I’d known you were Hank’s wife, I would have stopped and spoke.” She gazed lovingly at Jack. “I was expecting my husband to be back, or to be returning soon. I’m sure my mind being on him was the reason I didn’t notice anyone else.” “Let me formally introduce you, darlin’. Mr. Garraloga, my wife,


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Crystal.” Jack sat by her and took her hand in his. “Nice to meet you,” Garraloga said gruffly. “The woman sitting across the table, dressed in blue, is my daughter-in-law, Pat. My son, Brian, is standing behind her chair.” Ellen hadn’t noticed Brian come to the table. He had changed. He was about sixty pounds heavier, and had thinning hair. “Nice to meet you both,” she said. Everyone found their seats in time for the welcome from the speaker. While they listened, it gave Ellen time to regain her composure. After the short speech, waiters began serving the tables, and the sound of conversation flowed around the room. Jack leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Are you doing all right?” “Don’t I look all right?” He chuckled. “You look great. Still, seeing all the family at once would be trying for anyone.” “They aren’t my family. Thank goodness.” She patted his cheek, giving the impression they were making loving comments. When she gazed around the table, most of the women looked at Jack and her with envy in their eyes. Pat’s expression was one of sadness. Strange. Garraloga asked Jack more about his various businesses. Ellen was impressed with how well versed he was in his role. None of the wives spoke, but nodded several times in agreement whenever their respective husbands spoke. The food was good. Ellen concentrated on enjoying the meal, trying to ignore Brian, his wife, and his father. When the incident happened, it appeared minor. Ellen only looked up because Pat actually said something. Brian had made a statement. Pat, obviously without thinking, corrected him on a minor detail. The sudden silence and stiffness of the other women’s expressions surprised Ellen. Pat’s face was as pale as the white tablecloth. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Pat said, a tremble

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in her voice. Brian’s face flushed an angry red. “Apologize for being rude to the others, dear.” His words shot out like hard bullets. No one else noticed, or at least they pretended not to, but Ellen saw Pat grimace in pain and noted Brian’s hand next to her was under the table. On impulse, Ellen knocked her tea glass over, sending ice and tea flowing across the table and toward her gown. She jumped up to escape ruining her dress. “Talk about clumsy. Look at me.” Jack stood immediately. “I am looking, darlin’. You look great. No problem. The waiter will get this cleaned up in no time.” He gave her a loving smile and brushed her lips with his mouth. “I’m going to go to the ladies’ room. Would you come with me, Pat? We both need a break.” Pat glanced at Brian and said yes when he nodded in agreement. Ellen took her arm as though they were old buddies and headed out of the room. They were directed down a hall to the left. The ladies’ room was large, with a sitting area where you first entered. Ellen sat and motioned for Pat to join her. “Are you okay?” she asked the tiny, pale woman. “Yes.” “He hurt you, didn’t he?” Pat wrung her hands and looked down. “No, no, he’d never do anything to hurt me.” “I’m glad I was mistaken,” Ellen said. But I don’t believe Pat, not for one minute. Brian has become a bully and mean like his father. “You knocked your tea over to take the attention off of me,” Pat said, looking directly at her now. “Why would you do that for a stranger?” “I don’t like men who bully or hurt their wives.” “All men lose their tempers occasionally.” “Mine doesn’t, and a lot of men don’t. You have choices. You can leave him.” What the hell am I doing, interfering in this woman’s life?


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But I couldn’t watch what was happening and not try to help. “Are all the men at the table the same? Is that why the women don’t comment, out of fear?” Pat stiffened. “I think we’d better return to our table. Brian will wonder what’s keeping us.” “And he might beat you when the two of you get home.” “You don’t know him, or me.” She walked to the door and left. Ellen hurried to catch up with her. “I’m sorry I interfered.” Pat gave her a weak smile and continued to walk briskly toward the dining room. Brian looked suspicious when they returned. Ellen feared in trying to help, she’d only made matters worse. Jack stood and pulled back her chair. Brian didn’t move. Pat smiled at him and quickly took her seat. Brian stared across at Ellen. He gave her a brief, contemptuous glance. She hoped Jack and Sahale didn’t notice, but they had. Sahale stirred behind her, and Jack started to open his mouth. Ellen squeezed his leg. He took a deep breath, gave her a look, and settled back to eating. There were several more speeches after the meal, and then the dancing started. Ellen hadn’t realized what it would feel like to be held close in Jack’s arms while gliding across the dance floor. The mixture of his cologne and his own special scent ignited the flame of desire that never seemed to go completely out. She glanced at his face. His eyes mirrored how she felt. “You’re incredibly handsome in a tuxedo, plus you smell good.” “If you keep looking at me like you are now, I may forget my role and carry you off.” “I’ll try to behave. It doesn’t appear to be fashionable to be too in love with your husband. At least not in this crowd.” “I’ve noticed the same paradox. The women hang on their husbands’ words at the table, yet when dancing their eyes are on other men.” “Mostly you.”

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He laughed heartily. “I know. I’m afraid not to keep you close to my side. They may attack me.” “You’re going to get much too big a head from this adulation. I’ll have to work on bringing you back to reality.” This brought another laugh. Ellen noticed the envy reflected on some of the women’s faces. The music stopped. Jack put his hand on her lower back to guide her toward their table. Brian stepped in front of them. “May I have the next dance with your wife?” he asked. Pat sat at the table, looking in their direction. Jack darted a glance at Ellen. Her heart beat so fast she got dizzy for a second. She took a deep breath and gave him a smile and tiny nod. “Yes, if I can ask your lovely lady to dance.” “Sure.” Brian shrugged. “Help yourself.” She’d hoped for a fast dance, but it was another slow one. The whole moment was surreal. Brian put his arm around her and clasped her hand with his. He still wore the same cologne. Her mind whirled back to the past, flashes of scenes she’d buried deep. She shivered. “Are you cold?” Forcing herself to look at his face, she smiled. “No, the air conditioner just blew across my shoulders for a minute.” Her voice came out low and husky. “You’re very beautiful.” His glance narrowed to her breasts, then back to her face. He turned his head to the side. She remembered he had made the same gesture in the past when he was considering something. “You remind me of my first wife. I’m not sure why. She wasn’t beautiful, and didn’t have a sexy voice. You aren’t related to Ellen Simmons, are you?” She pretended to think about his question. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest at his words. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard the name. Where is she from?”


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His harsh laugh raked across her skin. “A hillbilly from Tennessee. Of course, I’m from there, too, but I moved away when I went to college.” “She must have had some redeeming features, since you married her.” “I was young, stupid, and horny. I lived to regret it.” “Ah, well, we’ve all made mistakes when we were young.” She tried to think of another subject to change the direction of their conversation. She glanced to the side and saw Jack talking with Pat as they danced. “Your present wife is lovely and sweet.” “A jewel of a wife for a politician, but no challenge for a real man.” His tone dismissed her as though she were his servant. Ellen knew she ought to keep her mouth shut, but he’d irritated her beyond belief. “What is your definition of a real man?” His eyes flashed with lust. “A real man knows what he wants and goes after it. When he gets it, he knows what to do with it.” His hand tightened on hers almost to the painful point. “I assume ‘it’ is a woman. To me, your definition is of a bully. My definition of a real man is my husband.” With that, she turned and walked off the dance floor, leaving him to follow. Sahale, or Paul, she must keep his fake name in her head, leaned close as she came to her chair. “What did he say?” Fury was evident in his voice and posture. “Nothing, Paul. I’m fine, just a bit tired.” She sat and took a drink of her water. Across from her, Brian glared. She’d made an enemy. Good. Surprisingly, she was free. Meeting him face to face, saying what she did, had broken something inside holding her back. She laughed in relief, and Brian’s face got redder. Free, what an amazing feeling. She wanted to jump up and twirl around the room. Again, she chuckled, thinking about the response of this sedate crowd if she dared such behavior. She must control her joy. Brian looked

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ready to have a stroke. When the music ended, Jack returned Pat to her chair and came quickly to Ellen’s side. He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. “I missed you.” His eyes were really asking if she was upset. “I got tired. Brian was a gentleman and let me excuse myself.” She made the comment loud enough for the others to hear. Garraloga, who’d rejoined the table from where he’d been conversing with others at various tables, gave her a hard look. “You’re too young to be getting tired this early.” Jack frowned. “We’ve been traveling through several time zones the past few weeks. I’m not surprised she’d be tired. Since she is, I believe we’ll excuse ourselves and go to the hotel.” He stood and pulled back her chair. “Darlin’, ready to go?” “Absolutely, thank you.” “I hope you will all join us at our cocktail party tomorrow evening. Until then, good night.” He nodded, put his arm around Ellen, and they walked around the tables to the door. Garraloga caught up with them just as they were going out the double-door entry. “Meet with my son and me at my office tomorrow at eleven.” Jack glanced at Sahale. “Do I have an appointment at that time?” Sahale pulled out a small datebook and looked inside. “No, Sir.” “Then I’ll see you at eleven o’clock.” He strode off with Ellen, leaving Garraloga staring after them. Once inside the limo, Ellen gave a deep sigh. Jack pulled her close. “What happened to you two on the dance floor? I’d have given anything to hear the conversation,” Jack said. She told him and Sahale what Brian had told her, and her response. She also added how wonderful it felt to be free to speak her mind. “I love what you did.” Sahale gave her a hug. “He was about to burst into flames when he came to the table.”


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“But,” Jack added, “you’ve made a dangerous enemy.” “I know.” A touch of fear crept across her skin. “I’m also aware you and Sahale, with the rest of your men, will bring him and his father down. I won’t have to worry about them ever again.” Ellen leaned her head back against the seat. “I’m free, finally, thanks to you two.” She pretended to not see the worried glance exchanged between Sahale and Jack.

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Chapter Fifteen Jack had dressed in a brown suit, prepared to leave for his appointment with the Garralogas. Sahale in his usual black would be with him as his bodyguard. “Don’t go out of this penthouse,” Jack told Ellen for at least the third time. “I don’t want you going anywhere without Sahale or me as an escort, understand?” “I should. You’ve told me enough times.” Ellen frowned at him. “We won’t be long.” “There’s plenty to oversee here, with the party starting at seven. The hotel is doing all the work, but I’m going to watch them.” “Good,” Jack and Sahale said in unison. “Go, you two are making me nervous.” “That’s not what you said last night,” Sahale whispered in her ear. She blushed. “Get out of here.” As soon as the door shut, Sahale’s face changed. “You think we might have problems coming in this meeting?” “I don’t know. Expect the unexpected.” “Will do.” The limo was waiting at the curb. Sahale opened Jack’s door in the back and he got in the front. Soon they were moving through heavy traffic going across town. At precisely five minutes to eleven, they got out at a tall office building. A doorman greeted them. Inside, soft music played. Orchids and roses arranged in large vases around the opulent foyer scented the air. A long mahogany desk was manned by two beautiful women dressed in rich, burgundy-colored uniforms.


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“Mr. Linear?” the blonde asked. “Yes.” “Come with me.” She led them to the elevators and put in a code. They moved up quickly. The doors opened to a large foyer with plush, dark blue carpet and walls covered in a lighter blue wallpaper with a feathery design. A secretary, dressed in the same burgundy uniform, sat behind a curved desk. “This is Mr. Linear and his—” She glanced at Sahale. “My assistant, Paul,” Jack finished for her. The secretary glanced at her watch. “You are prompt. Mr. Garraloga will be with you in a moment. Please be seated.” She indicated the white chairs arranged against the wall. Jack knew a test when he saw one. He looked at his watch. “I believe in promptness also. Since he’s not ready to see me, he can call me and make another appointment. I’m a busy man.” He started toward the elevator, where the first woman waited to go down. “Wait.” The secretary stood. “I’m sure Mr. Garraloga will see you right now. Let me call him.” She picked up the phone. “Mr. Linear is here, Sir. Yes, I explained, but he has other business and is leaving. Yes, right away.” “He is hanging up his phone and will be right out.” She’d barely finished her sentence when Garraloga opened his door. “Linear, come in. A slight misunderstanding. I told her”—he glared at his secretary—“to interrupt me the minute you arrived.” He waved Jack and Sahale inside his office. Brian stood by a chair, a smile pasted on his face. One whole wall behind him was made of glass and overlooked the city. Jack smiled to see how the desk was situated so anyone facing Garraloga caught the glare from the sunlight, immediately putting them at a disadvantage. Jack looked around the room. In one corner, there were four chairs arranged around a table. “Let’s sit over here,” Jack said, and led the way. He sat in the chair facing a bookcase, not the windows. Sahale took the chair

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beside him. Looking stunned for a second, both of the other men moved, but not quickly enough. Their chairs faced the view, not quite as glaring, but still distracting. “This is much more pleasant. Don’t you think?” Jack asked. Garraloga frowned. “I prefer to do business at my desk.” He still stood. Jack gazed directly at him. The old man tried to intimidate him with his glare. When it didn’t work, he and his son reluctantly sat. His secretary served coffee and left the room. Garraloga studied Jack and Sahale. “You two always go places together?” “He’s my bodyguard.” “You hardly need him here for this meeting. He wasn’t with you yesterday at the meeting with Brian.” “I failed to mention he’s also an assistant of sorts. He stays.” “No problem.” Garraloga shrugged. “I wanted us to meet at this time to get a few details straight before we give the final agreement to let you join our select group. We have a good deal of influence in what happens in this town and beyond.” “I know.” “Good. There are expectations of the members and their wives.” Jack didn’t say anything. He made his expression as blank as possible, although inside he was seething. “Our group is a club of wealthy men with fine tastes. We expect our women to be adoring, which your wife certainly is, and not to speak unless asked to by one of us. We also share everything.” A heavy silence filled the room. Jack looked from father to son and saw the lust in their eyes. He smelled their sexual hunger. The warrior in him stirred. Years of practice had taught him to control his change, but for the first time he wasn’t sure he’d be successful. At his side, he smelled Sahale’s anger and his senses picked up his struggle. “Everything meaning?” Jack snapped the words. “Meaning we share our wives from time to time. At first, my son and I train them in obedience and teach them some new tricks. I’m


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sure Crystal will be most receptive, and even more alluring to you when she returns after spending this weekend with us.” Jack’s head blew off. At least he felt like it must have. He jumped out of his chair. Fear flashed in both the men’s eyes. Jack grabbed Garraloga and Sahale held his son against his chair. Jack slammed the older man against the wall. “I may share my money, maybe even my golf clubs or my car, but I never share my wife.” He tightened his hand around Garraloga’s throat. “If you so much as look at my wife too long or touch her other than to shake her hand, I will cut out your heart.” He held the man up on his tiptoes, his nose right in his face. “Do you understand?” He nodded toward Brian. “And that goes for your weak, impotent son, too.” Garraloga’s face got redder. He gasped for breath as Jack strangled him. At the last minute, Jack let him go, straightened Garraloga’s tie, and walked back to his chair. “Be seated. Now we’ll talk about how much you want my millions.” The old man staggered to his chair. Brian’s face was an angry, bright red. But he didn’t say a word. Sahale sat back down. “What the hell? I could call the police right this minute and have you arrested for battery, at the least.” “Go ahead. I’ll explain about the offer you made, and about your club. You can try to deny you made such an offer, but your enemies will gloat and encourage others to believe me.” “You are a clever man. I misjudged you. You’re right. I am still interested in your money. No woman is worth missing out on, did you say millions?” “Tell me what I’m investing in. Afterwards, we’ll discuss amounts. I’m sure you’ve checked me out by now, or you wouldn’t have suggested we meet.” Garraloga flushed. “I have. They missed the part about your savage side. By all reports you appeared to be quite refined. My mistake.”

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“A big one,” Jack said and smiled. “Dad, I don’t trust them. Get them out of here.” His father swung his gaze onto Brian. “If you are uncomfortable, leave. I’m doing business.” Brian glared at his father. He hesitated, and then sat back in his chair. “We use money to get what we want, votes on our issues, jobs for our partners, and in the background we sell items overseas that are in hot demand.” “Such as?” Jack needed to hear the words. The hidden device buried under his skin picked up the slightest sound and sent it to where Mitch and his men waited. Garraloga stopped talking and studied Jack and Sahale. “Why do you need to know?” “I never invest blindly. It’s a deal breaker.” “How much goes into my account today?” “For a start, two million.” Brian made a noise, like a small gasp. His father frowned at him. “This is not to go out of this room. Understand? My men will find you and destroy both you and your lovely wife.” Jack smiled. “I doubt it, but go ahead and think you can. I don’t intend to tell anyone. I’ll be in as deep as you. That’s how you control the others, right?” “As I said, you are a smart man and can be valuable to the organization. I have men in high places to cover our backs.” “How high?” “Close to the President.” “That’s high indeed.” Apparently the huge amount of money involved convinced Garraloga it was worth the risk to answer Jack’s question. “We sell guns to foreign countries. Any further information can wait until your money is in my account.”


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His warrior persona barely contained, Jack stood to leave. If he stayed a minute longer, he’d physically destroy both men. He and Sahale could finish them in a minute. “I’m headed to the bank,” Jack explained as he went to the door. “See you tonight.” Jack, with Sahale following, strode briskly to the elevator. The secretary punched a button and the doors slid open. “Push the button for the lobby. You’ll go straight down,” she said. They didn’t speak or look to the left or right on their way out. The limo pulled to the curb and they jumped in. Pain lanced through Jack’s muscles as he sat and the car took off. “Damn, damn, damn.” Sahale groaned from the front seat. “At least you got to almost strangle him.” Their driver, one of the warriors, drove straight out of town to a large home situated in the middle of ten acres. They got out and went inside. Mitch met them. He led them downstairs to a gym. “Get changed and work out. We’ll talk afterwards.” Sahale made a quick call to Ellen to tell her they’d be late. In short order, they both came back to the gym area and began to pound on the punching bags. They danced around the bags, swore, and pounded. Mitch watched from the sidelines. Jack’s muscles began to smooth out, his adrenaline working off as he sweated through a familiar routine. But where it usually took an hour or so to get rid of the majority of their extra adrenaline and change from warrior to their regular persona, he and Sahale worked for three hours before their movements began to slow. Mitch patted them each on the shoulder. “Enough. It’s hell when you lose that control and then can’t use the excess energy. The pain coming off is rough. I’ve been there once or twice.” “Thanks, boss. I was disgusted at myself for not being more in control.”

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“There are a few times we’re most vulnerable,” Mitch said. “When an innocent person is threatened, and especially when that person is our mate. I was glad to hear what you said to the old bastard.” “You got his words?” “Clear as a bell. Daren has put the two million in his account. We’ll follow the chain of the money to the rest of them. I do wish he’d have admitted to the rest of his nefarious dealings.” “We’re heading home tomorrow?” Jack checked. “As planned. You have the cocktail party tonight. All our people will be wearing their receivers to pick up any additional information, and then we fly away in the morning.” “Ellen will be glad.” “Tell her she did a good job. Let’s go to the kitchen. You two need to eat.” They ate but watched the clock. Jack didn’t want them to get back before they’d rid themselves of all the aftereffects of their change. Ellen was too perceptive. He didn’t mind answering her questions, but later, at home. Still, they didn’t have much time. They couldn’t be late. She was pacing the floor when they got back just in time to dress for the cocktail party. “Your meeting went longer than you expected.” “It did. We need to get ready now. We’ll join you shortly,” Jack said and smiled. After they’d closed the door, Sahale stopped Jack on the way to the shower. “You aren’t going to tell her of the threat?” “No.” “She deserves to know. Otherwise she might not be as careful.” “You may be right. But not tonight, when she has to socialize with them. When we get her to the ranch safe and sound, you can tell her.” Sahale nodded. Jack headed to the bath. They had less than an hour before the first guests arrived.


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**** Ellen sensed Jack and Sahale were keeping information from her. She’d find out after the party. Jumpy nerves kept her moving around the room checking and rechecking everything. The hors d’oeuvres looked delicious. Two waiters would move around the crowd with trays of drinks and tidbits to eat. Muted music played in the background. She opened the curtains and sliding doors to the veranda. Stars twinkled in the twilight and lights began to come on around the city. A cool breeze ruffled her hair as she stood at the waist-high wall. Tonight she had chosen a cocktail dress of emerald green. The material fit snugly from her breasts to just above her knees. Light, see-through material made an overskirt that bellowed around her. Her matching high heels gained her two inches. Ann had left Ellen’s long hair hanging loose with the sides held back by diamond hairpins. Diamonds sparkled around her neck, on her wrist and fingers. When she’d stared at herself in the mirror her confidence had grown. She wasn’t the same woman who’d left here, or even the woman who fled to the ranch. Thanks to Sahale and Jack, she was discovering layers of herself she’d never suspected existed. Or if she did, she’d buried them deep. “Whatever you’re thinking about must be serious,” Sahale whispered in her ear, then kissed her neck. “You look beautiful and smell delicious.” Ellen glanced around him. “Someone may see us.” “No guests have arrived yet. I have good news. We fly home tomorrow morning.” “I’ll be ready.” “We thought so.” “I’m glad I came and faced them. It’s helped me close a lot of doors and answered some questions.” “Ready to start a new life?”

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“No fair asking right this moment.” “You’re right.” He took her hand and walked her inside. The doorbell rang. He let go of her hand. “Do me a favor. Stay off the veranda tonight.” She started to ask why, but he turned and walked across the room to stand near Jack. They weren’t giving her all the information because it wasn’t good. Ellen glanced back at the veranda, where she’d just enjoyed a few minutes of solitude. Where the shadows had been comforting before, now they looked forbidding. “Darlin’,” Jack called to her. She hurried to his side. Surrounded by him and Sahale, she was safe. Ellen remembered why she’d never cared for these types of parties. She and Jack welcomed the guests with their artificial smiles and fake hugs. “Oh, my dear, you look lovely in that dress,” one woman she’d never met before gushed at her. Another gave her a steely glance, but fawned all over Jack. Voices raised as the evening went on and the drinks were circulated around. After all, they didn’t have to worry about driving. These people all had chauffeurs. You’re being catty, Ellen. She scolded herself. But she was surprised how happy she was to be returning to Wyoming tomorrow. Glancing around, she saw Jack talking with a group of men that included her ex-husband and his father. A soft hand on her arm brought her attention around to the small woman standing beside her. “Pat, how are you?” “Fine, thank you. You’ve managed to have a lovely party in spite of it being in a hotel.” “The best part is they do all the work.” I like Pat. She’d tried to be angry at her, but she couldn’t. Pat had actually done her a favor. Ellen just hadn’t realized it at the time. They walked across the room to two chairs placed against the wall. “Shall we sit? You look lovely but a bit tired.” “I didn’t sleep well last night.” Pat glanced anxiously around the


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room. “I need to speak privately with you, but not here.” Pat kept a smile on her face. Still, Ellen saw the concern, the worry. “I’m not sure when we could meet. I think we may leave Washington soon.” She decided not to say exactly when. “How about tea at my house, say about ten in the morning. Everyone will be at work or school. We’ll have the house to ourselves. Don’t even tell your husband or anyone. It’s important no one knows we’re meeting.” Pat looked down. Ellen noticed Pat’s hands clamped tightly together. Pat’s gown had long sleeves, but one had moved up just a bit and Ellen saw the hint of a bruise. Looking closer at Pat’s face, she noticed her makeup was heavier than the other night. “Does he beat you?” “What?” Pat definitely looked scared. “Your husband, Brian, he abuses you.” Pat laughed, a hollow sound. “Of course not. Whatever gave you that idea? I must circulate.” She stood, but before she walked off she gave Ellen a piece of paper. “My address. See you at ten. Please come alone. I don’t want even your chauffeur to know we’re meeting.” She hurried off and joined a crowd of women standing nearby. Ellen slipped into the small sitting room off her bedroom and put the slip of paper on a table, then joined the party again. Her smile felt strained. Whatever they hadn’t told her was directly tied to this invitation. She was sure.

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Chapter Sixteen Finally they had all left. Empty glasses and small plates littered the room. The smell of too much perfume left an unpleasant odor, and someone had spilled red wine on the carpet, reminding Ellen of blood. She’d been unable to shake her uneasiness. Jack came to her side. “You look tired and unhappy.” “The man wins the prize for most astute.” “Ah, a touch of sarcasm. You’re mad at me?” “Don’t feel alone. I’m not happy with either of you.” Jack’s eyes darkened. “Are you going to tell us or play games?” His tone was sharper than usual. Sahale had walked up and glanced from one to the other. “What’s going on?” Ellen turned and walked into their private sitting room. “Tell me what you are hiding from me.” She handed them the note. “I’ve been invited to meet with Mrs. Pat Garraloga tomorrow at ten, for tea. But I’m to come alone, and Pat looked ready to cry. She also had bruises she’d tried to conceal.” “Damn,” Jack swore. “Sorry, but you’re right. We should have told you already. Sahale wanted to tell you. I wanted to wait until we were gone from here.” “This might be a good time to enlighten me.” Jack grinned. “I love her sarcasm and the use of big words when she’s mad at us.” She started to pound on his shoulders, but Jack grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. His warm mouth covered hers. She pushed to put distance between them. “No. You aren’t going to make me forget


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my question.” She stepped back, because he let go. “Sit,” Sahale directed. He guided her to a chair, then sat in front of her, leaving the one beside her for Jack. Jack told her about the meeting. He told her of the threat he’d made back to them after their demands. “My guess is they think they’re smarter and tougher,” Sahale said. “Tomorrow is a trap. They’re relying on their own perceptions. They think you won’t tell us, as she requested. But they’ll be watching. Let’s call Mitch. They’ve just given us the best opportunity to find out more,” Sahale said. “Tomorrow, the kingpins go down. Mitch had wanted to wait until the money began to circulate, but this is too good.” He flipped his phone open and walked into the bedroom. “Can you do this last job?” Jack asked. “I can’t wait to see them in handcuffs. I’ll do anything to be part of their downfall. On top of everything else, they abuse the women who had their children and stood by their sides whenever needed. They are the lowest form of scum.” “Remind me not to get you too angry at me. You have fire in those beautiful eyes,” Jack said. “You and Sahale need to know I’ll never kowtow to any man, no matter how much I may love him. I’m always going to be my own woman.” Sahale had reentered the room and overheard her statement. “I don’t believe Jack nor I ever said we wanted that type of woman. You don’t know us very well if you think we’d want or expect our wife to act that way toward us.” He turned to Jack. “Mitch and the men will be here shortly. We’ll organize our plan tonight.” He glanced at Ellen. “You might as well go to bed and get some sleep. It’s late, and tomorrow morning will be here soon.” Ellen saw anger and hurt in his gorgeous aquamarine eyes. Jack didn’t look happy, either. She shrugged, pretending their reaction didn’t worry her. She walked into the second bedroom, hers, but she’d never used it. They’d slept together each night. Once she shut her

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door, she let the tears go. The salty tears slid down her cheeks into her mouth. Her body and heart ached. She took off her dress, removed her makeup, and took a quick, warm shower. But it didn’t relax her. She lay alone and awake through the early morning hours. **** Ellen dressed in a two-piece yellow-and-white suit with moderate heels. Ann did her makeup and hair and had just finished when Jack came into the bedroom. He looked as tired as she felt. “We’re all set. Sahale and I will leave twenty minutes before you, giving the impression we’ve left you alone. You’ll go out and look for a taxi. One of our men will drive up in a yellow cab. He’ll say your real name. Get in and he’ll drop you off at the house.” He stopped talking and leaned closer. “Are you sick?” “No.” Jack picked her up and sat on the side of the bed with her in his lap. “Sahale and I aren’t mad at you. Well, maybe we were annoyed for a brief moment when you made your statement. The thought of those men having the nerve to try and kidnap you is what made us furious. “You’ll be safe. The house is already surrounded by Mitch and our men. Sahale and I will go in the opposite direction to throw them off. But we’ll circle back around.” He kissed her lips. “We missed you last night, but we all worked on the plan. No one’s been to bed.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck. Tears ran down her face. “Sweetheart, don’t cry. We’ll talk all the problems out when we get home, and we’ll solve them.” He wiped the teardrops from her cheeks. “Don’t worry. You’ll need all your concentration on the job today to not get hurt.” Sahale had walked in and overheard what Jack had said. “Jack’s right. Don’t worry about us. We’re good.” He sat on her other side


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and turned her face to kiss her. “Wish we had more time, but we don’t. Ann has a small microphone she’s going to sew into your underwear. It’s clear and soft. No lines. Even if they get a chance to check you, which they won’t, they’ll miss it. One of us will hear everything and come in at the right moment. But Jack and I have to leave right this minute to get into position.” Ellen smiled and waved them on. “I’m better. Go. See you later.” They hesitated for a second, then hurried out the door. Ann came back in. “Sahale said you need a touch-up and this sewn in your panties.” She sat Ellen in front of her and redid her makeup, then slid her skirt up and sewed the wafer-thin, clear microphone along the upper side of her underwear. Fifteen minutes later, Ellen stepped outside to the curb. A taxi pulled in and the driver stopped and leaned toward the open window. “Ellen Simmons?” “Yes.” She opened the back door and got inside. She took deep breaths, trying to relax. The cab darted through the busy traffic, moved onto an interstate for several miles, and got off. He wound around several roads before turning into a development of huge mansions set on several acres. At least it wasn’t the same home she and Brian had lived in. He’d moved up in the world. The driver turned left onto a steep, curved driveway. At the top, he stopped. “This is the place.” “Thank you.” She handed him money so if anyone was watching they wouldn’t get suspicious. She walked to the dark-wood double doors and rang the bell. The lawn was manicured and even the flowers were set in a uniform manner. The house was made of old brick with lattice windows. A maid dressed in a black-and-white uniform opened the door. “Mrs. Linear?” “Yes.” “Come in, Mrs. Garraloga is waiting in her sitting room.” The maid turned left and led the way down a long hallway. She

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opened a door to the right. The room was lovely, with rose wallpaper, a white-stone fireplace, and windows on either side facing a private garden. The door snapped shut behind her. An uneasy feeling crept up Ellen’s spine. “Pat?” A man rose from a high-backed chair and turned. Brian gave her a chilling smile. “My wife wasn’t able to make it for tea, so I agreed to fill in for her. Come around and join me.” He motioned for her to sit in the chair to his right. “This is highly irregular. I’m sure Hank would want me to leave.” She started to walk out. Brian moved quickly and grabbed her wrist. He threw her onto the chair and leaned into her face. “I have you now. You’ll do what my father and I say.” He glanced behind her. Garraloga came around to face her chair. “Finally, we meet in private.” His hand moved to cup her chin. She slapped his hand away. “Not a smart move, my dear.” He squeezed her hand, making her cry out. Brian had grabbed her free hand and tied it to the arm of the chair. “We’ll start here and then retire to the bedroom. You’ll soon learn how to behave, or else,” Brian said, his eyes gleaming with lust. “You’re very brave when a woman is tied to a chair and can’t defend herself,” Ellen said. “Little men inside and out.” She pointedly looked at their crotch areas. “Why, you bitch.” Brian slapped her. “I’m going to enjoy hurting you.” His hand held her jaw tight. “And you’ll find out what big men we are. We control this town, from our men in the White House and down the line. My father is head of the biggest organization in this country.” “Shut up,” his father said. “Never give out too much information unless there’s a good reason.” “What does it matter? We’re sending her into white slavery after this weekend.” Brian bent close to her face. “Your precious husband won’t know what happened to you. No one will ever find you.” He stepped back.


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“I don’t believe you,” Ellen said. His harsh laugh sent chills down Ellen’s spine. How many other women had faced such a horrid future because of these two men? Garraloga picked up the phone. “Send James in.” In just a moment, a tall, burly man dressed in black stepped into the room. “This the one?” His black eyes raked over Ellen. “She’ll bring a good price. I have a buyer overseas waiting for some fresh meat.” “First we’ll take her upstairs, chair and all. Tie her feet,” Garraloga said. Ellen screamed, “No.” Garraloga put his face close to hers. “Yes,” he said, and grinned. She spat in his face. His hand went back to hit her, but never connected. Doors and windows exploded. Men filled the room. Sahale had turned Garraloga toward him. He punched him three times in the mouth. Ellen heard a crunching sound. Sahale stood over Garraloga. “You won’t be using that mouth for much of anything for the next month or so. Certainly not to threaten defenseless women.” He kicked him in the ribs, and then picked him up and threw him against the wall. Brian had pulled a gun from an ankle holster. Jack kicked his wrist, sending the gun flying. He pulled Brian to his feet and dangled him on his tiptoes. His fingers dug into Brian’s throat. “Apparently you two don’t understand English, or that I meant what I said.” He threw him across the room, where he slid down the wall, ending up by his father. Mitch came to her side and worked on untying her. “I’m letting them have all the fun,” he said. “If it was Sara, I’d want to do the messing up. You’ve done a great job. You, Morgan, and of course my Sara are amazing women and a valuable addition to our community.” He spoke in a soft, reassuring voice. Ellen suspected he knew she was almost ready to lose it, but his tone and words helped her regain

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control. He helped her to her feet. “Mitch, I’m worried about Pat Garraloga. I don’t think she wanted to be a part of this. Would you check the house and make sure she’s all right?” “I will.” He left the room and Ellen found herself engulfed in Jack and Sahale’s arms. “We had to fight our way in. They had guards stationed around the house, but I don’t think they really expected a problem. They were arrogant enough to think their plan would all fall into place,” Jack said, as he smoothed her hair back. “The surprise was that Mrs. Garraloga didn’t greet you and start to have tea, then maybe lead you to where they were. My guess is you’re right. She rebelled at the last moment.” Sahale ran his hands along her body. “Did he hurt you?” “Not really. He squeezed my hand tight, and Brian slapped me. They were going to do more. You came right in time.” Jack’s face darkened. “I’m fine, Jack, really.” It was as though he hadn’t heard her. He marched back to Garraloga, who was moaning and holding his jaw. Jack pulled his right hand into his. “So, you like to squeeze women’s hands. Shame on you.” Ellen tried to run to Jack’s side. Sahale held onto her and buried her head in his chest. “The bastard earned his punishment.” He screamed out as Jack tightened his grip. “You messed with the wrong woman. The only reason I’m leaving you alive is so the FBI, who are on their way here, can get the information they need. Oh, and your buddy was picked up early this morning, after he accepted your latest bribe.” Jack turned to Sahale. “Get her out of here. Take her home.” Sahale picked Ellen up. He carried her outside to a waiting limousine. He put her in, and slid in beside her. “Take us to the airport.” “Will Jack kill him?” “Do you want him to?”


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“I don’t like violence. Just knowing he’s imprisoned for a very long time would be enough for me. “Good, because Jack won’t kill him. We try to avoid killing unless it’s absolutely necessary. Garraloga will just wish he was dead.” “When will Jack and the others return?” “I’m not sure. It might be soon or possibly not for a few days.” He opened a small fridge and pulled out two sodas. “Here, drink this and take this pill.” “What is it?” “You’ll relax and sleep during the trip. You’ll wake refreshed. Believe me, I’d never give you anything to hurt you.” Exhausted and aching in every spot in her body, she took the pill. Sahale pulled her onto his lap. She closed her eyes. Sahale’s even breathing and his arms holding her tight comforted her. She was safe.

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Chapter Seventeen Sahale woke her just before the plane landed. She felt refreshed and energized. “Better?” Sahale asked. “Yes, much. Did I get any information that helped?” “You did. It would have taken us much longer to find out who was running the slave trade. You got that stopped much quicker. And because of the threats to you and what Garraloga told us yesterday, the FBI has a good reason to pick him and his son up right now. “They’re well known and have kept their noses clean as far as most people know. There will be protests, but not many. What they admitted to us the other day will convict them, but we don’t want to use that information until we have the others’ names. We were and are following the money. “When it’s broadcast what they tried to do to you, their supporters will flee the ship. Everything will move faster. We finally cut off the head of the snake.” He kissed her. “Jack and I are both proud of how you faced your fears head-on and were able to help us with this job.” He fastened her seat belt and his. “We’re home.” The plane dipped to the left and straightened out to land. “We’re the first back. There’ll be a celebration when the others get here. But for now, I have you all to myself.” Sahale led her off the plane to where he’d left his truck parked. He drove to their cabin and took in their luggage. Ellen opened windows to let in the fresh air. He came up behind her and nuzzled her neck. “Want to go to bed?” “To sleep?”


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“Not right away.” Sahale’s lips kissed along her neck to the juncture at her shoulder. She let her body lean back into his. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Sahale lifted her into his arms and took long strides into his bedroom. He put her down and quickly removed her clothes and then his. Smiling, she reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the condom package. She ripped it open and rolled the condom onto his large cock. “You in a hurry?” he teased. “Maybe I’m hungry.” “Oh, I’m going to see you get a lot hungrier before the afternoon is over.” He picked her up and put her on the bed. Opening a drawer in the bedside table, he brought out a small jar. “Remember how nice this relaxes you?” “Relaxes, among other things,” she said. He rolled her onto her stomach, put lotion on his hands, and started at her feet. “This may take a while.” The cool cream warmed as his hands massaged her instep, her toes, her ankles. As he worked his way up her legs, she wanted to purr in contentment. When his hands worked on her buttocks, fluid seeped from her pussy. Desire stirred in her belly. Sahale swept his hands along her back, over her shoulders and her neck. Moving back down her body, his lips brushed across vital spots, behind her knees and across her butt, at the indentation of her lower back, and up to her neck. Her whole body tingled with pleasure. She groaned as he rolled her to face him. Again he took his time and started at her feet. He kissed her inner thighs, and tantalized her by barely brushing his fingers across her pussy lips. Even that brief touch had her making a keening sound and raising her hips to meet his hands. “Go in me, please.” “Not so fast. I’m not finished.” He put more lotion in his hands

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and rubbed across her abdomen, around her breasts, and along her shoulders. She raised her upper body, her breasts pointed toward him. She’d never wanted anything so much as to feel his hands right there. His brilliant eyes teased her. “Did I miss a spot?” “Yes, please touch me.” “Where? You’ll have to show me.” She cupped her breasts in her hands. “Just your breasts? Not your rosy nipples?” Licking her dry lips, she ran her thumbs across her pebbled nipples and shivered. “Ah, I get the idea.” His hands pushed hers away. He cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples. She screamed in ecstasy. Sahale slid down and licked her nub. Heat sizzled inside her. Her nerves were supersensitive to his every touch. He pulled her legs wide and raked his teeth across her clit. Ellen bucked as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. His tongue darted into her opening, jolting her more, while his fingers still brushed across her nipples. When he slid his hot, hard dick into her, a flash of heat fired across her nerves. She met his every stroke, pulling him in deeper. His teeth nipped her nipple as he plunged in and held tight against her womb. Her insides burst into a cloud of warmth and sizzled. She shook and held onto him as the only solid in her world. Tiny tremors continued to milk his cock and had her still clenching and unclenching her muscles around him. He gathered her close and kissed her mouth. “Someday, I’m going to make love to you without the condom, and we’ll create a precious child.” She started to pull back, but he didn’t let her go. “You’ll see. It will happen.” “And if it doesn’t?” “Then Jack and I will still love you just as much. Our love doesn’t have conditions. You can be your own person. The only time we’d


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interfere is if you place yourself in danger.” Ellen raised her head to look into his eyes. “You love me unconditionally?” “Yes.” “And you think Jack does, too?” “Yes.” “Marriage changes people.” “True, but if it’s right, then they change for the good. Look at your friends.” Sahale got up and walked toward his private bath. “I’m going to check on my animals. Sleep. If Jack returns soon, you won’t get much rest.” He grinned. “Our worst fault is we’re insatiable where you’re concerned. But you can always say no.” “I’m not crazy.” His laugher filled the room. “I love you.” He winked. Shortly afterwards she heard the shower. Snuggling under the covers, she tried to go to sleep. Too many thoughts intruded. She could hardly believe all that had happened in Washington. She was free. Free to decide whether to stay here in Wyoming or return to her regular life outside this community. **** The phone woke her. She must have dozed. Sahale was gone. “Hello.” “Ellen, I’m so glad you’re back. Sara is coming over. Won’t you join us?” Morgan asked. “I’d like to. I want to talk with you two. I have some questions.” “Great.” Morgan gave her the directions to her cabin. “How are you feeling?” “Like I’m about to pop out a watermelon.” Morgan laughed. “I’m excited. We could become parents any day.” “I’m happy for you. See you soon.”

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Ellen put the phone down and hurried to dress. Morgan’s cabin was in walking distance. She’d leave a note for Sahale. The late afternoon had a familiar touch of coolness. Overhead, white clouds, blown by the wind, rapidly crossed the blue sky. Ellen enjoyed the walk. She hadn’t realized Morgan lived so close. Morgan greeted her and gave her a hug, as much as she could around her large, round belly. “Never thought to see me so fat, did you?” “Not fat, beautiful. More beautiful than usual,” Ellen said. Glancing around Morgan, she saw Sara sitting by the fireplace. “Join Sara, and I’ll bring the tea and cookies.” “Let me help,” Ellen insisted and followed her to the kitchen. “You’re as bad as Ethan and Justin. They don’t want me to lift a hand. I can carry a tray with a few cups and saucers.” “No, you can’t.” Ellen took the tray when she’d finished putting everything on it. Sara sat back, grinning. “I remember when I was pregnant with Caitlin. Mitch and Daren were impossible. Our men get especially protective during those times.” Once they’d all sat down and were drinking their tea, Ellen spoke up. “It’s great for all three of us to be together again. You probably know I have to decide whether to stay here or go home.” “But of course you’ll stay. It doesn’t matter whether you marry or not. I talked with Mitch. He’s fine with you being a part of the community either way. He said you were great in Washington.” She put her hand on Ellen’s. “But when I see you with Sahale or Jack you appear to be in love, so why wouldn’t you stay here and marry them? Surely they’ve asked you?” Ellen took a swallow of tea and a bite of her chocolate chip cookie. She glanced between Morgan and Sara. “I’m barren. I can’t give them a child.” Stunned silence followed her stark statement. “Are you sure?” Morgan asked. “Have you been tested?” “I don’t need to be. I never got pregnant during my marriage, but


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my husband’s girlfriend was expecting his baby when he left me. They have three children.” “It doesn’t mean anything,” Sara said. “I knew a teacher who’d been married five years. They’d tried everything and gave up and adopted a little girl. Eighteen months later they had twin boys. Now that was a shock, although a very happy one.” “What do Jack and Sahale say? Did you tell them?” Morgan asked. “They say they’ll still love me. That the three of us will be our family. But I can’t do that to them. They deserve to have children.” All three sat, silent, and drank their tea. Outside, Ellen heard a lawn mower and a cow mooing. She had to smile at the sounds, but sadness had settled inside her heart. “They’d never be as happy if you leave. Our men have an innate way of sensing their mate or woman. If they don’t join with that particular one, it’s never as strong a union. I’ve heard some prefer not to marry at all if they can’t have that special one.” “Did Mitch and Daren teach you all about their community?” Ellen asked. “Some, but the Priestess taught me the most. She is the one who marries us, and she is the keeper of all the ancient records. A fascinating woman with superior knowledge.” “I’d love to meet her,” Ellen said. “You will if you marry Sahale and Jack. She’ll officiate at the community’s ritual ceremony. Then a few days or weeks later, she’ll also perform the civil wedding to one of your husbands. He’d be the one presented to the outside world,” Sara explained. “How do they decide which one is the husband you marry for that occasion?” “Usually it’s the first one you met outside the community. Or the one people were introduced to as your fiancé. Since Sahale came to your home and brought you here, it would probably be him. Although Jack was introduced as your husband in Washington. But you were in

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disguise.” Sara leaned back in her chair and stared off in the distance. “I think you might be able to choose. I’m not sure I’d want to have to make that choice, though.” “Me either,” Morgan said. “Let them decide.” She rubbed her tummy. “I hate to break up our get-together, but Sara, since you have your truck handy, would you mind driving me to the hospital?” “You’re in labor?” Morgan grinned. “I am. While you two were talking, I was timing my contractions. I think we’d better get on our way.” Sara and Ellen jumped up and went to her side to help her. “For goodness sakes, don’t be as bad as my men. I won’t break. I can walk to the truck without assistance.” “But can you get in it?” A stern voice spoke from the front door. Justin walked up to Morgan. “Shame on you. You’re supposed to call us immediately.” He picked her up in his arms. “You two can follow my truck.” Taking long strides, he carried Morgan outside. Sara laughed. “See what I mean about the protectiveness. Come on, let’s go to the hospital.” Ellen had seen Justin’s face, the strong love, when he looked at his wife and her belly holding their child. If she married Jack and Sahale, would she ever be able to give them that joy? She blinked the tears away and stared out the truck window as they followed Justin and Morgan. Everything happened fast after their arrival. Morgan was wheeled into a private suite. The rest of them sat in a waiting room right outside. Justin had called Ethan. Now he paced across the floor. Shortly afterwards they heard a squeal of tires. Ethan rushed inside. “How is she?” “I don’t know. They won’t let me in. But if they don’t hurry, I’m going in anyway.” Ethan joined Justin in pacing. Sara looked at Ellen and they couldn’t keep in their laughter. “Do you know whether you’re having a girl or boy?” Ellen asked.


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Justin glanced at her. “We chose to wait. Morgan wanted the surprise. It doesn’t matter as long as they’re all right.” “I thought you all being such strong men would only want boys,” Ellen persisted. “Nope.” Ethan nodded at Sara. “Look at her Caitlin. She has all of us wrapped around her little finger.” “That’s true. There’s not one of our warriors that can resist her. They spoil her rotten. She’s getting quite incorrigible, but in a loving way,” Sara added. Ellen’s phone rang. “Jack, you’re back? I’m at the hospital. No, I’m not hurt. Morgan’s having her baby. See you then.” She looked up to find the others staring at her. “They’re all back safe. Jack and Mitch are headed this way. Daren’s going to check on Caitlin,” Ellen told Sara. “Wonderful. I’m glad the trip was so successful. A lot of thanks go to you, Ellen. At least for a while, I’ll have both my guys home,” Sara said. Jack grabbed Ellen when he walked in the door. “I missed you.” “It’s only been part of a day. You got back early.” “It’s been a long time to me.” He grinned, hugged her tight, and then kissed her. Justin interrupted them. “You’re a doctor. Go in there and see what’s going on.” “Dr. Mullins would have my head for butting in. She’ll be out in a moment,” Jack reassured him. “See, there she is now.” Everyone turned to face the doctor. “My, my, these crowds keep getting bigger. Morgan is fine. The nurse will let you all in for a minute, but only Ethan and Justin can stay longer. The rest of you can go home and wait.” They nodded and went back to waiting and looking at the door hopefully. About ten minutes later a nurse came out and let them inside. Morgan had on a blue hospital gown and as usual looked gorgeous. Ellen sighed and then grinned. She had to love her, even if she wanted

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to be envious of both her looks and her pregnancy. After she and Jack wished them well, they slipped away. “Let’s go home,” Jack said. He put his arm around her on their walk to his truck. He turned her back to the door and leaned down, looking into her eyes. “You’re sad.” “Just a little, and a little envious.” “Because she’s having a baby?” “Partially.” “And you think you’re not as beautiful as her.” “How did you know?” “Honey, Sahale and I see your insecurities. I’m hoping with us continuing to love you they’ll disappear. You are beautiful in your own way. To us you are much more beautiful than anyone else. And we’d like to have a baby with you. If it doesn’t happen, we’ll still go on loving you and be happy you’re our wife.” “That’s easier said than done. You might grow to resent me like Brian did.” Jack cupped her face in his hands. “Don’t ever compare me to that poor excuse of a man. He’s a weakling. He doesn’t know what love is except to love himself.” Jack opened her door and helped her in. He came around the cab and joined her. “We found Pat, his wife. They’d beat her and tied her to a chair in her bedroom. She’s in the hospital. The doctors said she’d be all right. She’ll need a good psychologist after she recovers physically. You were right. She didn’t want to go along with their plan. They caught her trying to call you.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. I have to see her and thank her when she’s better.” “I’ll arrange a meeting.” “Thank you.” Ellen touched his thigh with her hand. He flashed her a smile. “Be careful. You’ll have my hopes rising.” She chuckled. “I certainly hope so.”


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Chapter Eighteen Jack carried her into the house and straight to his bedroom. As usual, every available place was covered in books and clothes thrown around. He sat her down. “I really have to either make myself be neater or maybe find a wife that wouldn’t mind picking up after me once in a while,” he said, a teasing sparkle in his eyes. “No self-respecting woman would agree to that arrangement.” “I was afraid you’d say that, so I’ve arranged for a housekeeper to come each day and clean the house.” “You have?” Ellen’s heart sank. They’d given up on marrying her. They were smart. She’d never make a good, conventional wife. She needed her work, but she had to admit she needed them, too. “I thought you’d be happy to know you wouldn’t be expected to clean. I know you’ll want to work, and the head of our science research lab said he’d be glad to have someone with your credentials.” “What are you saying?” Ellen frowned. “I don’t understand.” “We want you to marry us and be happy. I talked to the man in charge of the lab. He’ll put you to work as soon as you want.” “You and Sahale won’t mind?” “Of course not. But can we talk about this later? I have other things on my mind.” Jack started unbuttoning her shirt. His knuckles brushing across her skin made her instantly hot. She pulled his head down and kissed him. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” she whispered. “Right after I undress you.” He threw her blouse and bra onto a

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nearby chair. His hands cupped her breasts. He licked her nipples and blew a whisper of air across them. Desire heated her blood. His scent of musk and aroused male enveloped her. She was vaguely aware of him unfastening her pants. He laid her back on the bed and pulled her shoes, pants, and panties off. “Lovely, lovely woman. You make my cock ache to be inside you.” He turned and walked across the room to where he’d apparently brought in his suitcase earlier. Ellen leaned up on her elbows, curious as to why he had stopped. “I have a present for us. I hope you’ll like them.” Jack brought an armful of scarves and two feathers to the bed. He dropped them beside her. “My concern, sweetheart, is that you don’t fully trust me. You trust Sahale. I see it. He’s easy to trust.” Jack rubbed his hand up her leg. She shivered. “I have a darker side. I’d never ever hurt you, but I’m quicker to temper. I can get sullen, but it doesn’t last. I need to know you trust me, too.” “I do.” “I’d like you to show me. I want to fasten your wrists and ankles to the bed. We can’t have love without trust. Will you trust me to bind you and make love to you? You’re a strong woman used to being in control.” His eyes had darkened to a deep brown. His gaze raked along her body. “Can you let me be in control?” She trembled from the lusty desire she saw in his eyes and from the thought of giving up her control. Fear and temptation warred within her. “If you want me to stop at anytime, you say ‘no more.’ I’ll instantly release you.” Her heartbeat pounded loudly in her ears and fear crouched in her throat. Did she trust him? He was asking her to do something she’d


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never been willing to do before. Out of the past, she heard Brian’s words. “You’ve never trusted me. Never.” Had a lack of trust been part of the problem in her doomed marriage? She did trust Sahale. They’d bonded the time she went with him to his cabin, and when they’d sat in the cave. If she wanted to marry them, then Jack was right. She had to trust them equally. Jack stood at the side of the bed waiting patiently for her answer. She caught a glimpse of uncertainty in his eyes before he regained control of his expression. “All right.” The words rushed out of her. She felt breathless and more vulnerable than she’d ever been. Forcing herself to move, she lay back against the bed and put her arms up and spread her legs before she lost what little courage she had. Jack took a blue scarf and tied it around her left wrist and the bedpost, then a pink scarf was fastened around her ankle and the bed. Soon the colorful ties had her arms and legs immobilized. He straddled her body. Then he took one of the feathers in his hand and ran the tip along her neck and breasts before brushing the softness across her pebbled nipples. She shivered in response to the combined ticklish and exotic sensations humming across her skin. After Jack had brushed the feather across her nipples, he ran the edge of his teeth across the sensitive points, biting down just a bit. Immediately he put the feather in place of his teeth. The plume created a sensation of softness following the slight degree of discomfort. Her pussy clenched and moisture wet her pussy lips. Jack smiled knowingly. The scent of her arousal rose around them. His feather caressed the valley between her breasts, her abdomen, along the edge of the juncture between her thighs. It tantalized and continued to ramp up her desire and the heat flowing in her veins. He threw the feather to the side and chose a purple scarf. Leaning across her, he rolled the silk into a mask and, lifting her head, wrapped and

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tied it across her eyes. Ellen’s heart jumped. “Remember, I won’t hurt you. You’ll be more aware of my touch when you can’t see me. All your senses will be concentrated on sound, smell, touch, and taste.” His smooth voice rolled inside her like honey. Her heart pounded. He got off the bed. The sounds of flutes playing softly rose in the air. Next she smelled cinnamon. She heard his footsteps as he left the room, for a minute, and then returned. “Open your mouth.” He raised her head and put something into her mouth. She bit down and tasted strawberry and chocolate, then a sip of tart wine. He licked her lips and his tongue dove into her mouth, licking and tasting. His fingers caressed the edge of her ears and her earlobes. He’d straddled her again, and his hot, hard cock pulsed against her abdomen. As he’d said, all her senses were much more aware. Hunger built into a salacious desire. His teeth nipped at the edge of her jaw. Then he kissed her throat and licked the spot where her heart pounded. His chuckle reverberated around the room. “Your body is so responsive. Just looking at you makes me hard and hungry.” Suddenly, she felt warmth in the valley between her breasts. Jack licked the substance and smeared it across her nipples. Then he sucked on her breasts, and a roaring, unexpected orgasm grabbed her and had her screaming his name. Quickly he moved to the other breast and did the same. The orgasm went on and on as he suckled her breasts and rubbed her nub. “Take me. I need you inside me,” she demanded. “Ah, sweetheart, this is all about me being in control. Remember? I’ll go in you later.” He left the room, again. Her body hummed from the multiple orgasms. He returned and she heard a slight rattle. What next? Her pussy clenched in anticipation. A piece of ice trailed from her forehead to her mouth, her throat,


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and her abdomen. Jack’s warm mouth licked a path after the cold. She shivered from the sudden change of temperature and touch. He must have put the ice in his mouth. When he kissed her, his mouth was cold. She licked along the inside of his mouth, and her tongue dueled with his. The warmth of his hands and mouth replaced the cold. Again he reached over her. When he touched her his hands were filled with cream. The scent told her it was the cream that heightened the tactile senses. Jack started at her neck, gently rubbing a light coating along her already-sensitive skin. His lips skimmed over the area where his hands had previously touched. Delicious sensations of pleasure swept through her body. His mouth clamped over her breast and suckled. “Let one of my hands free. I’ll touch you with the cream. You don’t want to be left out of the game.” She tempted him. “Even tied and blindfolded you have to have some control. I should have taped your luscious mouth shut.” His soft laughter warmed her heart. She did trust him, completely. She knew without a doubt, clearly for the first time, how much she loved him and Sahale. She’d been deluding herself. There was no choice. Her life would be a dull gray without them in it. Jack pulled the blindfold off. “Are you all right, sweetheart?” His fingers brushed the tears off her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’ll untie you right now.” He jumped off the bed and released her. She held out her arms. “I’m fine. I just realized how much I love you both, and can’t imagine living without you.” He looked stunned for a moment. Then his big, sexy smile crossed his face. “In that case, let’s continue, sweetheart. You just made me the happiest man alive.” When he started to lay on her, she rolled him on his back. “Now, it’s my turn to play.” She took his cock into her mouth and licked around the crown and along the sides. Her hand moved up and down as she tasted him. His head bent back in bliss as she sucked and brought him to fulfillment. She loved the taste of his salty essence.

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As he lay recovering, she put cream into her hands and began to massage his firm, muscled legs and up his body. His eyes glowed. “Be careful, baby. I don’t want to lose control.” Excitement coursed up her spine. “What happens if you do?” “You just get more of this.” He flipped her over on her stomach and pulled her sweet ass hard against him. He rubbed his finger across her nub and along her lower lips. His two fingers entered her and she arched back. “You’re wet and ready for me.” Positioning himself at her opening, he went in her from behind. He filled her, stretching her to the limit. Moving quicker and quicker, he pounded into her while his fingers massaged her breast. Rolling, pulsing waves hit her pussy. She clenched him tightly. He pinched her nipple. She bucked against him, screaming his name as the hardest orgasm yet shook her body. His hot seed flooded her pussy as his powerful relief hit him. They collapsed in the bed, tangled together. “Damn, that was good.” He bent and kissed her swollen lips. “I’m going to have to tie you up more often.” She took his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. “You do believe I trust you?” “Without a doubt, darlin’.” **** Jack hung up the phone. “Morgan had a boy. Ethan and Justin sound on top of the world.” Ellen had come into the living room after showering and dressing in jeans and a loose white blouse. Jack had showered and put on jeans without a shirt. She walked up to him as he snapped his phone shut. Raising on her tiptoes, she kissed him and ran her hands along his firm six-pack before heading for the kitchen. “What shall we have for dinner? Sahale ought to be home soon.” “I don’t suppose we can skip dinner and go back to bed?” Jack


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wiggled his eyebrows at her. “You are insatiable. No, we can’t.” “I expected that answer. Mitch called, and they’re having a little celebration for the success of our trip to Washington and to celebrate the new baby. We’ll eat there.” “Great. I don’t like cooking much.” “Ah, we’ll have to hire a cook, too.” Jack came up behind her and nuzzled her neck. “But there are compensations for having you around.” She shivered when his teeth teased her earlobe. “Be good. What do we wear, dressy or jeans?” “If you insist, I’ll behave. We wear jeans.” The door opened and shut. Jack glanced around. “You’re home.” “Thought I’d be here sooner, but Lang wanted me to check a sick cow. He should have been a vet, too. He has an uncanny sense of when an animal isn’t right. Like this time, he caught it before most of the symptoms had shown.” Ellen listened as the two discussed symptoms and treatment. Then the conversation moved into alternative medicine. She gathered that although one worked with animals and the other with people, they shared many beliefs regarding medicine in general. She loved listening to them. “I’m going over to my cabin. Did you bring Montlief home from the clinic?” The veterinarian assistant had watched him while they’d been gone. She was anxious to see him. “I thought we’d bring him home in the morning. He’s settled for the night and has found someone to love. He may not take kindly to the separation.” “You’re kidding.” “No, my assistant has a female dog of mixed pedigree like Montlief. He took Montlief home with him. The pair have grown quite fond of each other.” “Well. Do you expect little Montliefs?” Jack asked.

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“I sincerely hope not with the same name.” Sahale grabbed her and twirled her around. He gave her a hard kiss when he sat her back down. “Missed you.” “I think now’s the time,” Jack said. Sahale turned to him. “Sure?” “As much as I can be.” “What are you two talking about?” Ellen looked from one to the other. “Just a minute.” Sahale hurried down the hall toward his room. “This is very mysterious,” Ellen said. Sahale came back in the room and heard her comment. “We wanted to surprise you.” He strode across to where she stood by the front door. “Before you leave to get dressed for the party, there’s something we want to ask.” Sahale went down on one knee and held up his hands. “Will you marry us?” Ellen saw the sparkle of the large diamond solitaire in his hands. She glanced at Jack. He had moved to stand right by Sahale. “Do I need to get on my knees, too? I will.” She shook her head no. “No? You won’t marry us?” Sahale asked. He stood. “We’re completely, irrevocably in love with you.” “No, Jack doesn’t need to kneel. Yes, I’d be honored to marry you both.” Sahale slid the ring on her finger. “Now, it’s too late to change your mind.” He kissed her hand, and then her lips. “I promise you won’t regret this decision.” “Let me at her.” Jack teasingly shoved Sahale to the side. “Same goes for me, darlin. We’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.” He kissed her, too, to seal the deal. “I’ll drive you to your cabin. You can dress and call us to pick you up. Tomorrow, you, your stuff, and Montlief move in here.” “Yes, Sir.” She saluted him. He gave her a playful slap on her bottom as they went out the door.


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Chapter Nineteen None of them had wanted a long engagement. They waited long enough for Morgan to recover, so she could attend the wedding, and for Ellen’s dress to be made. Ellen chose an aquamarine color for the silk sheath dress. The cowl neckline and simple lines were becoming to her. “You’ll be glad for the long sleeves,” Sara said. “The mornings tend to be cool.” She and Morgan sat to the side of the dressmaker’s room, watching Ellen have her last fitting. Sara had explained about the simplicity of the style adding to the sacredness of the ceremony and how all the brides wore the same dress, except for color. Ellen was excited and nervous. She didn’t want to make any mistakes. “After we get out of here, can you two go to town with me?” Ellen asked. “I have a purchase I want to make, but I want your opinion.” “Sure,” Sara said. “Just let me make certain Mrs. Stiles can stay longer than planned.” “Justin’s working tonight, so he’s with little Paul. Big Paul will be by to see him also. He about busted his buttons after we named the baby after him and Ethan’s deceased dads. Paul Randolph Joseph Wright Stanton.” She grinned. “A big name for a tiny baby.” “Don’t worry,” Sara said. “He’ll grow into it.” She quickly called and made arrangements with Mrs. Stiles. “We’re all set.” The dressmaker had hurried to finish. She waved them on their way. “I want to go to a jewelry store. One where they can engrave a message on a piece of jewelry.” Sara drove to town and parked in front of a little shop. “This place

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is reasonable in price and run by one of our people. Well, she’s sort of one of ours. It’s a long story. She’s just returned to the area and opened her business. There won’t be any questioning about you buying rings or whatever for two men.” “I hadn’t thought of that. Thanks, Sara.” “What do you have in mind?” Morgan asked. “I’m undecided about rings or bracelets. I’m leaning toward the curved gold bracelets that are wider for men, and an inscription could be put on them.” “I like the idea,” Morgan said. “We married so fast. I recently picked out rings for Ethan and Justin on my last trip to San Francisco. But bracelets are unique.” “I thought so.” The bell rang as they entered the quaint shop. It smelled of lemon polish, and the sound of haunting music with pipes and flutes played in the background. A tall, blonde-haired woman came from behind a curtain. “Sara, how nice to see you.” She smiled and took Sara’s hand. “What can I do for you today?” She glanced at Ellen and Morgan. “Cassandra, this is Ellen. She’s getting married to Sahale Connor and Jack Talisman. I don’t think you’ve met her yet.” “No. I only go for short visits to the ranch to see my mother.” She turned to Ellen. “I hope you’ll be very happy. They are both fine men.” “Thank you. I think so, too. I want to buy two gold bracelets. One for each of them.” It didn’t take long for Cassandra to show Ellen exactly what she had in mind. “They’re perfect. Can you engrave on the back of one of them the words My Gifted Falcon, and on the other, My Audacious Knight? I need them by the day after tomorrow.” “I’ll deliver them to the ranch in the morning. I’m going to visit my mother. Where shall I leave them?” “At Sara’s. I want them to be a surprise. And thank you. Oh, and I hope you’ll attend our wedding.”


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“How sweet of you to ask. I will if I can get someone to cover for me here at the shop.” They piled into Sara’s truck and headed back to the ranch. “What a great idea. I gather the words fit them?” Morgan said. “Oh, yes.” She smiled at the thought. “I’m staying with you tomorrow night, Sara?” “You and Morgan. We’ll have our own party and have you all ready for the big day.” “I’m deliriously happy and nervous. I hope it was all right to invite Cassandra to the wedding. Where does she fit in to the community?” “As I said, it’s a long story. You can ask Sahale or Jack to tell you, or I’ll tell you sometime. But yes, it was nice of you to invite her,” Sara said. “I sense something is worrying you. What is it?” Morgan asked. “My only concern is my barrenness. They both say it won’t matter. I believe them except for a very small doubt deep inside me.” “Honey, if you could see the way they look at you when you’re not looking,” Sara said. “I mean, the love is etched across their faces. You all will be fine.” “I know. It’s just bride jitters.” **** “There, the last button is fastened.” Sara patted Ellen on the back. “Your husbands are going to go nuts trying to unfasten them from those tiny button holes.” Sara stood back and watched as Morgan placed the long silver veil over Ellen’s head. “Perfect,” Sara said. “Now sit and I’ll tell you a little about the ceremony. As you know, Sahale picked some of the music. He has a surprise for you regarding that. I can’t tell you. But most will be played on a flute and a guitar. The music can be different, but not much else. You’ll walk down the long aisle to where the Priestess and

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Sahale and Jack are standing. Morgan and I will walk with you, and Sahale and Jack’s parents will follow. Many of the community will attend.” “Be prepared to step into darkness,” Morgan added. “The ceremony starts at the moment of daybreak.” Sara hugged Ellen. “I’m so happy for you, and for us. We’ll all be living close together.” She stepped back. “To continue, the Priestess will be dressed in our native costume for the occasion. Her red-andgold gown stands for happiness and prosperity for the three of you. She chants in the ancient language. You won’t understand, but it’s so beautiful, you’ll feel the meaning.” Sara shrugged. “It’s hard to describe. You have to experience it.” “I love the part where after you promise to love them and the ring is put on your finger, the Priestess ties a golden cloth around all your wrists. It moved my heart.” Morgan blushed. “I’m talking too much.” “No, thank you. Both of you have calmed my nerves. I’m ready. Is it time?” Sara glanced at her watch. “Yes, we’d better go.” They left her at the side of the circle of trees. She waited one more minute, as Sara directed, and then stepped inside. Even though warned, the darkness surprised her. She stood still and heard the rustling of people all around her. Sahale had explained the dawn represented a new day, a new life for the three joining together. Light crept between the trees as the sun rose. One man stood in front of the pavilion. His voice rang out in song. The words, although in the ancient language, were understandably about love. The cadence, the music, wrapped around her heart. His voice was powerful and moving. Ellen’s heart pounded with joy and tears ran down her face. Straight in front of her, but a distance away, she saw the Priestess and Sahale and Jack standing inside the white pavilion behind the singer. The columns surrounding the ornamental structure were covered with flowers of all colors.


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As the music came to a close, the Priestess raised her arms. “Ellen Simmons, have you come to be joined with Sahale Connor and Jack Talisman?” “Yes, I have.” Her words came out strong and clear. A warmth spread through her chest as any lingering doubts dwindled away. Sara and Morgan came to stand beside her. Sara handed her a bouquet of wildflowers. Her men knew her well. She’d fallen in love with the beautiful natural flowers of the area. Their sweet scent filled the air around her. Music played on a flute and guitar soared overhead. She began her walk down the aisle toward her men. They were dressed in dark blue suits. A rose, fashioned out of the same material as her gown, was in each lapel. Their parents followed behind her. When they all reached the front, the Priestess, wearing her red-and-gold gown, motioned for them to stop. She turned to Sahale’s parents. “Do you agree to this joining between your son, Sahale Connor, and Ellen Simmons?” “We do.” They put Ellen’s hand in Sahale’s. The Priestess turned to Jack’s parents. “And you agree to the joining of Ellen Simmons to your son, Jack Talisman?” “We do.” They put Ellen’s other hand in Jack’s. Both her men smiled down at her. With all the love and happiness in her heart, she was afraid she’d explode with joy. All the parents had stepped back and went to seats in the front row. Ellen looked at Sahale and Jack. Sahale’s eyes were filled with love and warmth. Jack’s were, too, but his eyes also held the familiar teasing glint. The Priestess raised her hands and spoke in a melodious, flowing language. She swayed back and forth, moving her hands from over Ellen’s head to both of the men’s. Although she didn’t understand the words, the music curled around her, giving her a sense of belonging to Sahale and Jack and their people. Ellen couldn’t resist. She raised up

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on her toes. Leaning to one side and then the other, she kissed Sahale and Jack and whispered, “I’ll love you for eternity.” When the Priestess looked deep into her eyes, Ellen feared she’d made a big mistake. And then the woman smiled at her, a twinkle in her eye. “You will make a good loving wife for Sahale and Jack. You and Sara and Morgan are friends. The three of you are a blessing to us all.” “As you all are to us,” Ellen replied. The Priestess took her hand and Sahale’s and began their vows, then repeated the same with Jack. It was all very much the same as any wedding vows she’d heard, except they were repeated with each man. At the end, Sahale and Jack presented the Priestess with their half of the wedding band. Two halves that made one wide gold band. After the Priestess blessed the rings, each man slipped his section on the ring finger of her right hand. Written in a swirling design across the top was the word love. Tiny diamonds were scattered around the letters. “Put out your wrists,” the Priestess said. She placed Sahale’s hand on the bottom, then Ellen’s, and then Jack’s, and wrapped the cloth snuggly around their wrists. Clamping her hands on the top and bottom, she said, “Go forth, forever bound to each other.” She raised their hands and began to sing. Beautiful, flowing words soared around them as the guests joined in. When they finished, she unwrapped the cloth and put it around Ellen’s neck. “You are the center, the one who holds the whole together.” From behind them, a cheer rose and flower petals flew around them. Sahale whispered, “Happy?” “Gloriously.” She kissed him and Jack again, and the guests clapped. ****


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Cassandra sat in the back corner, beside her mother. Her heart had shattered when she heard Lang’s voice. She hadn’t heard him sing in years. Not since she left the community to go her own way. She’d made a terrible mistake, leaving. She hoped coming back wouldn’t be an even bigger one. She whispered to her mother and slipped outside the circle of trees. Her assistant would be looking for her to return soon. Thank goodness she had her shop to keep her busy. **** After the lovely wedding reception, they’d returned to their cabin, made love, and were preparing to leave for a honeymoon at a secluded villa by the seashore in Florida. Jack took their suitcases and set them by the door. “Ethan is going to fly us there. He and Morgan are staying for a few nights somewhere in the vicinity, and then we’ll fly back together.” “Sounds good to me,” Sahale said. Both her men had dressed in new jeans, fancy cowboy shirts, and boots. It was hard to believe they were her husbands. When they got back there’d be the civil ceremony. It had been decided by her husbands—she didn’t want to make the decision—that she’d marry Jack at that service. He had met her first, although it was a short meeting. She glanced at her rings on her right hand. At the civil service, Jack would place a ring on her left hand, but it didn’t make any difference. They both held the same place in her heart. Sahale stepped behind her and nuzzled her neck. “Happy?” “Very.” She turned and took a deep breath. “You smell sumptuous.” He raised his head and looked at Jack. “Do we have time to play?” “Sorry to say no. Ethan and Morgan will be here in a few minutes.” “Oh, I have to hurry then.” Ellen rushed back into the bedroom.

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She grabbed the two wrapped presents and hurried back to where she’d left Sahale and Jack. “These are for you. This red package is yours, Jack, and the green is Sahale’s.” “You didn’t need to get us anything, baby,” Jack said. “The gift of having you for our wife is more than enough.” “Open them,” she said. Excitement filled her. She hoped they liked the bracelets. Neither wore any jewelry. She watched their expressions closely. Both looked surprised, and then they smiled. Jack laughed. “My Audacious Knight?” He grinned. “I love it, and will wear the bracelet always. Here, put it on my wrist.” He held out his arm. When she slipped the bracelet on, he kissed her and said, “Thank you, my audacious wife.” She glanced at Sahale. He stood quietly looking at his bracelet. “Is it all right?” He raised his head and she saw the gleam of unshed tears. “It’s more than all right. You have touched me here, my love.” He put his hand over his heart. “You are a true mate for your Gifted Falcon. You flatter me.” “No words can do either of you justice. Let me place the bracelet around your wrist.” Sahale put out his arm and she slipped the bracelet on. “I, too, will wear your gift always.” He pulled her close and kissed her. “We’ll properly thank you at the villa,” Jack said, a twinkle in his eyes. “Promises, promises,” she teased as they went out the door. Jack gave her backside a quick pat. They were all laughing as they joined Ethan and Morgan in the car to go to the airfield. “Honeymoon, here we come,” Sahale whispered in her ear and gave her earlobe a quick nip as they took off.


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Epilogue Nine months later Jack and Ellen were ready to leave when Sahale pulled up in his truck. He’d gone to the animal hospital to check on his patients before they left on a weekend trip to visit Nanna and visit Sahale’s cabin. They were also looking for a larger piece of property near Nanna where they’d build a big cabin, as a retreat for all three of them. Ellen squeezed in between her two husbands. “I talked with Sara. They are all ecstatic about their new baby boy, but it’s taking Caitlin longer to get used to the new addition. She’s a bit jealous. They’re working on her.” “She’ll come around. I was jealous of my younger brother at first,” Jack said. “But it passes once you realize your parents don’t feel any different about you.” Sahale nodded in agreement. “It’s a lovely day, a bit cold, but sunny.” Ellen smiled at her men and put one hand on each muscled thigh. “Watch that, sweetheart, or we might have to make a stop on the way.” “I wouldn’t mind as long as the spot was secluded, but Nanna will be watching for us at a certain time.” “True, but keep that thought. We might stop tomorrow when we’re out looking for property,” Sahale said. “Great idea, Sahale. Let’s plan on it.” Jack grinned down at Ellen. “See what you started.” “Hmm, I can hardly wait.” She licked her lips and saw Jack’s eyes darken.

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“You aren’t playing fair, darlin’. You know we can’t do anything right this minute.” She laughed. “I do love to tease you two.” “Torment us, she means,” Sahale said. Laughter filled the truck. “Oh, I almost forgot. I ran into Mitch. He’d just heard that the Garralogas and their cohorts in Washington had been indicted. They’re going to jail for a very long time, maybe for life.” “I’m glad. Poor Pat, she’s all alone except for her children. Her family disowned her when she testified at the grand jury against her husband and father-in-law,” Ellen said. “You know I’m keeping in touch with her through letters.” “You have a big heart, darlin’.” Jack brushed a kiss over her mouth. “Is it all settled? Are all the bad guys jailed?” she asked. “Mitch said there are some groups overseas that have to be cleaned up. He and his group will be heading out in a few weeks after the plans are drawn up. I’ll be going,” Sahale said. “I do special reconnaissance overseas, and sometimes stateside. I’ll be leaving in around a week.” “Oh, I was enjoying having Jack back from his job and having all three of us at home together. I suppose I’ll get used to this sometime in the next ten years or so.” She smiled at them, seeing their concern reflected in their eyes when they glanced her way. “I’m all right. Just a little sad, but I love the homecomings.” She saw them take a sigh of relief. They hated seeing her sad about anything. Nanna was waiting on the porch as they expected. She held her arms open and gave first Ellen and then her boys a hug. “You all look well and happy.” “We are, Nanna,” Sahale and Jack said in unison. Ellen grinned. “I am, too.” “Come in and have tea with me, dear,” she said to Ellen. She pulled a paper out of her pocket. “Here is a list of jobs I need done,” she said to Sahale and Jack. “You can join us when you’re finished.”


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Nanna put her arm around Ellen’s waist and walked with her inside to the kitchen. She filled her teapot with water, and then sat to face Ellen while the water heated. “I understand you have all decided to build a house close to me. A big house.” “Yes. Sahale and Jack each want their own side, so Jack can be as messy as he wants and Sahale doesn’t have to look at it. Jack calls it his organized mess.” She and Nanna laughed. “He will never change, thank goodness. He is already too lovable. He’d be close to perfect if he was neat.” “Too true. Sahale is neat and lovable. On his side, he is almost too neat. They balance each other out,” Ellen added. “Very true, they always have and will. When do you plan to tell them?” “You know?” “I had a vision, and I see the signs.” “The signs?” “An increased luster to your skin, a softness in your eyes, the glide of your walk.” “I only found out for certain myself yesterday. I sneaked in the back way to Dr. Mullins’s office. She checked me and said we’d have a baby in about seven months. I’ve always had irregular periods, so Sahale and Jack hadn’t noticed yet, but they will soon. They’re very astute. I haven’t been sick, either.” “You will have a beautiful baby girl. I will teach her our ways and give her my recipes.” “What if she isn’t interested?” Nanna smiled, a secret smile filled with love. “I already feel her here.” She touched her heart. “She will be interested.” Ellen slipped from her chair and knelt at Nanna’s feet. She put her arms around the tiny woman. “I love you, Nanna, but don’t tell me any more. Leave me some surprises.” “Oh, I will.” Her eyes twinkled. “But you didn’t answer my

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question. When will you tell your husbands?” “Tell us what?” Sahale and Jack stood in the doorway. Nanna got up and poured tea for them. “I will take my tea out on the porch and watch the deer.” She left them. Jack and Sahale looked at Ellen. “What is this about?” “I believe Nanna asked us to stop here today so she could be a part of this moment. She’s always right. You two know that. She told me I’d give you children. I didn’t believe her, but I hoped.” Their faces lit up with joy. “We’re going to have a baby.” They all three had tears of joy in their eyes. Sahale and Jack hugged her tight. “We’d thought there was a good possibility. You distrusted your husband pretty soon after you wed. The body has amazing ways. It rejected him, the same as your mind did, even before you realized it,” Sahale said. “We are all in harmony, in love, and your body opened to us.” He kissed her, and then Jack did. “Nanna,” Sahale called. “Come celebrate with us.” Jack twirled Ellen around the room. “How long do we have to wait?” She told him her expected due date. “If we hurry and find the right property, we might have time to finish the new house before our baby is born.” “Lang and Nick love building houses. They’ll get it done for us,” Sahale said. “I thought your brother Lang was the foreman on the ranch? I know he sings beautifully, and now I learn he builds houses, too?” “He is the foreman, honey. But his best friend, Nick, got a degree in architecture before deciding to return home to the ranch, and Lang loves to do the fine woodwork inside the houses they decide to build. They’re a good team,” Sahale said. “You were with me when Nick gave me some plans for a house shortly after our wedding,” Jack reminded Ellen. “We weren’t ready to start building a new home at that time.” Jack hugged her again and grinned. “Now we are. The crew that does all the building on the


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ranch will do the major work from the house plans Nick drew up for us, under his supervision,” Jack added. “Then Nick and Lang will take care of the finer details.” They’ll use every off minute they can to finish our new home. It’s like a hobby for them. Are you pleased, Nanna?” Sahale asked when she joined them. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ll have you three and my greatgrandbabies close by. You have let your tea get cold. I’ll warm the water and cut my spice cake.” “Having Nanna’s spice cake is definitely a celebration,” Jack said, and winked at Nanna. Ellen sat back and let the light and love in the room fill every particle of her body. She’d been seduced to love and open her heart. She was rewarded every day for her decision to let go of fear and let love inside. She walked to the window and looked out. Two deer drank from the river. They raised their heads, sniffed the air, and went back to drinking. Sahale and Jack came to her and each put an arm around her waist. “We’ll love you and our babies forever.” “I know.” She kissed first one, and then the other. She touched her stomach. “We love you, too.”

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