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toughest old guy I’ve seen.”
    Garret looked at his brother. “He got caught
in the fencing a few years ago, didn’t he?”
    “Yeah. Dragged down about a mile of fence
before he broke free.”
    She stared at the magnificent sight. Wild
horses. Her chest tightened in pure joy. “What’s his name?”
    Her men laughed. “We haven’t taken to naming
‘em.” Trey worked the gearshift and got them moving again.
    “Yet,” Garret added with a smile. “But you go
right ahead and name them, Megan.”
    Raising an eyebrow, she leaned closer to her
action hero. “So, you’re telling me I’m going to have a lot of time
alone? And I should keep myself busy naming the horses?”
    “Hell, no.” Trey took her hand in his. “We’ve
got every hour booked solid.”
    She squeezed his palm, set her other hand on
Garret’s thigh, and snuggled in, safe, happy, and as wet and horny
as she’d ever been in her life.
    As they crested a rise in the road, a valley
spread out before them. A narrow river bisected it, glassy in the
bright sun, and on each side of the waterway, huge buildings
stood.
    “We’re home.” Trey lifted her hand and kissed
her knuckle.
    ****
    Trey watched Megan’s eyes widen as the ranch
buildings came into view. It was spectacular, and always gave his
heart an extra thud of pride when he came home to it. Green grass
and trees grew along the riverbank. On the far side, across a wide
bridge, the four freshly-whitewashed barns stood gleaming in the
sun, rough wood corrals circled out from them. Further downstream,
the foreman’s house sat in a copse of trees and a three-story
bunkhouse loomed next to it.
    The road split and Trey veered left toward
the ranch house. Tan with a brown roof, he’d kept the original
color scheme when he’d built the addition. The first floor was
completely circled by a covered porch that also served as balconies
for the second floor bedrooms.
    “Is that a pool?” Megan leaned forward, the
position pushing her full, round breasts against the flimsy
material of her top.
    In his jeans, Trey’s cock jerked. He’d been
half-hard the whole drive, but now that they were home, and it’d be
just minutes until he could suckle those breasts and taste her
sweet flesh, blood raced to his groin.
    “Yep.” Garret chuckled. “Trey went all-in
when he redid the place. Pool, hot tub, outdoor kitchen. Makes a
guy never want to leave home.”
    Trey glanced over at his brother, but Garret
didn’t meet his eye. Was he saying he wanted to stay this time?
    “I didn’t realize it was this...” Megan shook
her head. “Fancy.”
    “Fancy?” Trey didn’t like the sound of
that.
    She giggled. “Sorry. Fancy in a macho sort of
way.”
    “That’s better.” Trey pulled into the
circular driveway and stopped at the steps that led to the front
door. Since he’d returned from Chicago, he’d offered his ranch
hands overtime to plant flowers in the dozens of new pots set along
the porch. He’d had them paint and clean and spruce up every inch
of the place. For Megan.
    From her smile and wide eyes, he guessed it’d
worked
    Around the side of the three-car garage, the
mutts came running.
    “You have dogs?” Megan picked up her purse as
Garret opened his door.
    “Moose and Farley.” Garret jumped out of the
truck and took a knee as the big animals greeted him. “Missed you
too, ya ugly galoots.” He laughed as the dogs slobbered and whined
their welcome.
    The sight gave Trey a longing for someone to
share the huge house with him again. “C’mon.” Trey opened his door
and helped Megan out. It wouldn’t be lonely while Megan was here,
even if Garret had to leave in a week.
    “Whew!” She fanned herself with her hand.
“It’s nice and warm here.”
    “Hot. Dry. Home.” He looked around him. There
wasn’t any place in the world he’d rather be.
    She squeezed his hand. “Thank you for
inviting me here.”
    He gazed down into her dark green eyes,
looking for the words to tell her