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me to his home. We’ve always met at one of his offices.”
    While Eagle went to get their horses, Gabe’s thoughtful frown deepened. He turned to his partner. “Gunnar, you and Eagle go ahead. Scout it out. See what you hear. Chao’s gotta be in trouble.”
    Gunnar nodded and mounted his horse.
    Gabe flung one strong leg up over his black Arabian stallion. Seating himself easily in the saddle, he took the reins Eagle held out to him.
    He turned back to see Sadie in the doorway. Already the lines around her eyes were softer, her expression less pained. Gabe gave her a little salute. “Get some rest, Sadie.”
    As the three partners headed out, Gabe pulled up and called back over his shoulder. “And, Sadie, a little advice. Stay away from poker players. I hear they’re a bad lot.”

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    Chapter 1
     
     
    Ana shoved her fist in her mouth to swallow her gasp. Sucking in a shallow breath, she scrabbled for air. She squeezed her eyes shut, not believing what she saw. But there was no denying it. Molly’s bare white arse was hiked up over the sawhorse, her legs spread wide apart. Even if she could mistake the sight, there was no mistaking the sounds. Spellbound by the shocking display, Ana inched closer, clinging to the stall railing, hunting for cover. At the sound of a low husky groan, she ducked into an empty stall and huddled against the wide boards taking tiny silent sips of air.
    Her face burned. She struggled against fear, shame. She was horrified, but couldn’t force her eyes to look away. Shielded by the stall door, she choked back her embarrassment and peeked through the slats, mesmerized by the scandalous sight.
    Even though she couldn’t see her face, there was no question it was Molly. Ana had never seen her naked but there weren’t many maids with that broad a bottom. Her arse looked like dimpled, fleshy lumps of bread dough. The man’s large hands, his fingers spread wide apart, couldn’t contain the soft spongy spread. And that was Molly’s giggle, her throaty come hither laugh. The one that made the ranch hands hitch up their trousers and growl in anticipation. Yes, it was definitely Molly. Who else--except maybe Caitlin--would let someone copulate with her in the barn in broad daylight? Even thinking the word shocked her, but, damn, Ana thought, there was only one other word to describe what the man was doing to a very willing Molly and Ana didn’t dare say it--even to herself.
    As appalled as she was at the sight of Molly’s bare butt, Ana was stunned by the man. She had never seen him before. He was tall, dark. A stranger. Even bent over Molly’s naked backside, he looked huge. His shoulders were broad, his muscular legs strained against the tight warp of his pants. Incongruously, Ana noted with a start that the big man was fully clothed. Unlike Molly whose arse and legs were bare to the world, her teeming breasts overflowing the twisted bodice of her dress, he even had on his cowboy hat. Well, not fully dressed, Ana corrected herself. She didn’t need to see the front of him to guess at the exposed appendage wringing desperate guttural pleas from Molly.
    Glancing up at the rafters, Ana throttled a gasp. Not only were Molly’s legs spread wide apart, held open by his strong thighs, but her hands were tied at the wrists. The rope manacling them was hooked over the tack clamp hanging from the center beam. For a whisper of a second, Ana wondered if the man was hurting Molly, forcing her to do this disgraceful act. If she needed evidence that Molly was an enthusiastic participant, Molly’s soft, grunting pleas disabused her of that thought.
    “ Ah, yes, me man. Like that! More, harder!” Molly begged.
    The man seemed more than able to meet her breathy demands. His voice was low, an amused rumbling sound. As though he was teasing her, manipulating her groaning passion, he pulled back then pressed forward, plunging in and out of Molly’s impatient flesh.
    Ana might be naïve, but she