Three Shifters for Sarah (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

if you ever come to New York.”
    “That’s all right, Sarah.” Ryan tipped his hat to her and gave her a shy grin. “Thanks for the offer, but we’ll probably never make it up that way. We’re too busy with all our obligations out here on the land.”
    For a moment Sarah felt real disappointment. The thought of these three cowboys walking down a crowded Manhattan street with her was somehow thrilling in a way she couldn’t put her finger on.
    That night Sarah turned in early after a lovely day spent on the ranch, and she fell asleep listening to the mournful howl of wolves calling to each other out on the prairie.
     
    * * * *
     
    Lance clasped Sarah’s hand in his palm and helped her across. With them standing in it, the long fiberglass canoe was momentarily tipsy in the water. TJ helped her take a seat next to him, and Lance made sure to place himself close at her other side. Ryan pushed them away from the shore, and they began to float down the gentle stream, its peaceful waters reflecting the blue of the sky back to them as the men started to paddle.
    Over his shoulder Lance watched Sarah as he worked the oar. The temperate breeze sending the fragrance of wildflowers wafting to them made a riddle of her hair. She sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her seat, obviously enjoying her time with them.
    “Do you three take all your guests on canoe trips?” she asked in what seemed a dreamy and contented voice.
    “Just the pretty ones,” TJ kidded her and smiled.
    “We’ve never taken anyone out on this canoe before,” Lance told her the truth. “Hell, the three of us have never been together on it before until now.” They were trying to do special things for Sarah. The more they got to know her the more she enchanted them. But this was her fourth day on the ranch, and time was running out.
    “We know a spot where the weeping willows are beautiful this time of year,” Ryan explained. “It’s only a couple miles downstream, and we thought we’d unpack our picnic lunch there.”
    Sarah gave him a smile. When she turned that beautiful face and sunny disposition to Lance, his heart went out to her. In the all too brief time he’d known her, she had captivated him. He felt like a teenaged boy with his first crush when she was around, and though at thirty-two he was far from being a teenager, it still felt good to have a woman in his life to lavish attention on once again.
    In spite of his early reservation about her, Lance knew it was indeed true that Sarah Winter would make him the perfect mate. The problem was she would make all three of them the perfect mate. Now because of the strength of his developing feelings for her, he determined to set a few things straight with her that day.
    He hated the feeling that he and the others were withholding information from her and telling her less than the full truth.
    “Would you like to take a walk with me?” Lance asked Sarah after lunch. “I’d like to show you the waterfall and thought maybe we could walk off that big meal.”
    TJ started to say something, jealous of any time Sarah spent away from him, but Ryan kept him silent with a fierce look. Lance knew the Alpha trusted him to say whatever was right and whatever had to be said to their prospective mate.
    He offered Sarah his hand and helped her up off the blanket they had spread across the willow field. She dusted off the seat of the knee-length shorts she wore and accompanied him down the path headed to the waterfall. Only with reluctance did he let go of her, her warm skin feeling so good as it grazed his own. But he didn’t want her to think him forward, and they weren’t at the hand-holding point in their courtship just yet.
    “You must think the three of us cowboys are mighty strange,” he told her when they were out of earshot of the other two.
    “No. I most certainly do not. Why do you say that?”
    “Because the three of us haven’t let you out of our sight since the first day you