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how glad he was that she’d
come.
    The dogs raced around the front of the truck
and up to Megan. As she squinted and braced for a double-hit, Trey
held out his hand. “Sit.” They instantly obeyed. “Meet Moose and
Farley.” He leaned down and scratched the gray short-hair behind
one ear. “Moose here wandered onto the ranch when he was just a
pup.” Three years later, the dog had to weigh in at over a hundred
pounds.
    “Best behavior, boys. Ms. Megan is our
guest.”
    She reached out to the leggy white and black
Dane mix he’d gotten free at a horse auction. “Then you must be
Farley.” The dog sniffed her hand then leaned in for his own ear
scratching.
    Standing behind her, Trey shoved his hands in
his pockets to keep from grabbing her perfect, round ass and
squeezing it, hauling her into the house, ripping off her pants,
and moving in for a taste of her pink pussy.
    Garret walked up to them carrying their
suitcases. His gaze met Trey’s and he smiled, knowing exactly what
his brother was thinking.
    “Best get you inside, baby.” Garret tipped
his head toward the house. “That Canadian constitution of yours
won’t be able to stand much of this heat.”
    She held out her arms, the sun making her
pale skin almost too bright to look at. “Maybe I’ll work on getting
a tan while I’m here.”
    Trey laid his hand on her lower back and
guided her toward the steps. “Uh uh. It’d take five minutes for you
to turn red as a tomato.”
    Garret laughed as he followed them up the
steps and onto the wide, shaded porch. “We’d best stay indoors,
Megan. I’m sure we’ll be able to find some activities that’ll keep
you amused.”
    She looked up at Trey, her cheeks pink and
her eyes sparkling with a wicked gleam. “I hope so.” She looked
behind her at his brother. “I didn’t come all this way to name
horses.”
    Trey grinned as he opened one of the two
massive wood doors. “Welcome to the Silver Spur.” He gestured Megan
inside.
    She touched the door. “This is
beautiful.”
    “Our great grandfather and his brother made
them by hand.”
    Garret stepped closer. “The wood is from the
wagons they drove across the country from the Atlantic coast.”
    She smiled and glanced at each of them.
“That’s incredible. To have so much history, so much of your
family’s hard work and pride.”
    Trey leaned in and kissed her temple. She had
instantly understood why this home, this land, meant so much to
him. It made him ache with the need for a deeper connection with
her.
    Her eyes turned sad.
    Was she thinking about her own family? She
was an only child, and her parents were missionaries, living God
knew where. She’d been on her own since she was seventeen. She had
no roots, while Garret and him had roots that went down hundreds of
years.
    She stepped over the threshold into the
coolness of the foyer. Trey and Garret followed and closed the
door.
    Megan tipped her head back. The entryway
ceiling was two stories high. Straight ahead was the polished
wooden stairway that led to the second-floor balcony which ran
along one side of the living room to the left.
    “Oh, wow. This is gorgeous.” She walked into
the living room and ran her hand over the back of the big leather
couch that had been in the home for three generations. The leather
chairs on either side were just as old. Covering the plank wood
floor, a Mexican-patterned rug lay as it had since his grandfather
had commissioned it.
    She turned toward them. “This fireplace is
huge. Do you ever use it?” Stepping around the furniture, she
reached the stone hearth. The top of the fireplace opening was
nearly a foot higher than the top of her head, and she was not a
short woman.
    “Sometimes. Holidays, usually.” Trey was
alone here most of the year, so no sense in making a fire and
sitting by himself watching it. “I put in a removable gas insert
last year.”
    “That’s nice.” She bent over, looking into
the massive opening.
    Trey’s groin heated