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Authors: Marla Monroe
“Do you have family close-by?” she asked.
“Our parents live about thirty minutes to the west of us.” Randall
took a bite of his second sandwich.
“Do you have any other siblings?”
“We have another brother, James. He’s the oldest. He lives in
Billings,” Marcus answered.
“So it is just your mom and dad then.”
“Well, actually, we have two dads and our mom. She’s married to
both of them.” Randall waited holding his breath.
“Oh, well. More power to her. Managing one man can be
confusing enough without adding a second man to the equation.” She
shrugged it off and kept nibbling at her sandwich.
Randall wanted to hug her. She wasn’t appalled at the notion. To
him, half the battle was won. He wondered if Marcus had anything
else under his sleeve to whip out tonight, or if that was going to be all of the show. He sure hoped so. He hadn’t been prepared for the day
when he woke up that morning.
Darla slid off the barstool and picked up her plate. She wiped off
the crumbs with a napkin in to the trash then rinsed the plate and sat it in the sink. She tidied up the kitchen after putting the mayo, mustard, and ham back inside the fridge. Marcus frowned at her as she finished her task.
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“Randall, why don’t you show her the rest of the house? I’m
going to finish up some things in the office.” Marcus rinsed his plate off as well, setting it on top of Darla’s.
“Good idea.” Randall stood up and cleaned off his plate. “You
saw the pantry. I’ll show you the cellar next. We keep our canned
goods there.”
“Do you raise a garden?” Darla asked.
“We haven’t. Mom does at home, but that would be strictly up to
you and what you want to deal with.”
“Fresh vegetables would be nice occasionally. I’ll see if I’ve
gotten the hang of things by the time spring gets here.” She smiled
and followed him down the cellar stairs.
“Spring won’t be here till at least May. We have a short growing
season.” Randall switched on the light once they made it to the
bottom of the stairs.
The cellar was roughly half the size of the house with one side
devoted to shelving for canned goods and the other side devoted to
gathering dust and cobwebs. There were six or seven bottles of wine
on a shelf in the corner, but other than that, nothing. Randall watched as Darla examined several of the canned goods and dusted off a few
labels on the wine.
“Everything down here needs cleaning. This will take several days
alone.”
Randall walked up behind her while she was looking at the bottles
of wine. When she suddenly turned around, he was looking down into
her upturned face. They were close enough he could have kissed her.
She looked into his eyes, and her mouth opened then closed. He
wanted to run his tongue around her lips and see if she tasted as good as she smelled this close. Something moved in a corner, startling her, and the moment was gone.
Darla blinked and took a step back. She smiled but didn’t act as
though she was uncomfortable. Well, he sure as hell was. His cock
would have the imprint of his zipper on it for the rest of his life as
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hard and turned on as he was right then. He sighed and led her back
up the stairs and showed her the rest of the house.
“I’ll show you the outside tomorrow during daylight,” Randall
promised her.
Darla smiled and told him thanks for the tour. She really needed to
get to sleep if she was going to have breakfast on the table by six
thirty. Good thing she was used to working early, she joked. He
smiled and pointed her in the right direction to her bedroom. He
watched her walk down the hall before he turned to find Marcus in the office. They needed to have a heart to heart on how they were going
to approach her. She wasn’t appalled about a ménage relationship.
That was a start anyway.
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Chapter Two
Darla turned a complete circle in the bedroom they called hers. It
was much too large for just her, and she suspected it was actually the master bedroom. Why would they have given it to her? Surely one of
them should have taken it. And that was another thing. Why weren’t
they married? They were good-looking, virile men with a thriving
ranch and some sort of programming business. It didn’t make sense.
Oh, and two fathers? That was beyond weird. Their parents lived
in a ménage relationship. She had never met anyone who lived like
that, but then she was from the Bible Belt of Mississippi.
She wondered how it worked. Sighing, she shook her head. It
didn’t matter. It was none of her business. She would be keeping
house and cooking for the two men. She wasn’t part of the family.
The idea of being part of a family settled over her for a few
minutes. She knew that was in her past. She would probably never
find anyone living in such a remote area now. Not that she wanted to.
Men couldn’t be trusted to tell the truth or keep their promises. She knew that firsthand.
She opened up the first suitcase and began unpacking. Everything
she owned fit in the dresser. The few things she had to hang up looked lonely and out of place in the huge walk in closet. She had three pairs of jeans, two worn dresses, and an equally worn coat. She would have
to invest in more clothes, especially a good coat. Winters, she knew, would be bitter here. It wouldn’t hurt to buy a pair of boots as well. If she was careful, she would have enough money to cover a few things
until she got her first pay check. The salary was generous—more than
she had expected with room and board included. She would be able to
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put a little away in savings for the future. The future, she wondered, what it would hold for her?
Darla settled the suitcases in the closet and unpacked her toiletries from one of the boxes. She couldn’t believe the bathroom. A large
whirlpool tub sat in one corner big enough for two or three and a
shower took up another wall. The multiple shower heads looked as
inviting as a long soak in the massive tub. When she finished
unpacking, she would settle for a shower. She needed to get into bed
and get some sleep. She had a long day tomorrow, the first day of her new life.
Early the next morning, Darla was already in the kitchen cooking
breakfast when Randall walked in. He looked every bit as
scrumptious as she remembered from the day before. Of course it
didn’t help that she had dreamed about him and his brother. All that talk concerning his parents being in a ménage relationship had fueled her imagination. Now she dropped her eyes back to the bacon she was
cooking. She was sure her cheeks were rosy. Maybe he would think it
was the heat from the stove.
“Morning, Darla. How did you sleep last night?” He crossed to the
coffee pot and poured a mug.
“Fine thanks. The bed is massive. I think I got lost in it.” She
blushed harder and concentrated on cooking.
“Do you have everything you need? Like I said, we may have
something if you don’t. Otherwise, we’ll be going into town
Saturday.” Randall leaned back against the counter and sipped his
coffee.
“Would it be okay if I went along this time? I need to get a couple
of things.”
“Sure. Marcus and I are both going, so we can get something to
eat in town. It’s what we usually do when we go.”
“I don’t want to be any bother…” she began.
“It’s no bother at all,” Randall said.
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Marcus walked into the kitchen and right up behind Darla. He
bent over her back and sniffed at the bacon.
“Smells great,” he said. “How did you sleep last night?”
Darla stiffened and swallowed hard. It felt so intimate for him to
be that close. Heat from his body seeped into her. His shirt rubbed
against her back, and she nearly yelped when he settled a hand on her shoulder.
“Randall, I’m already in love. No more burned bacon.”
Randall laughed. “I never was a good cook. Mom was sure both
of us would starve when we moved out here.”
Marcus moved from behind her. She peeked around to see him
pouring a mug of coffee.
“Um, breakfast is nearly ready. I think I started a little late this morning. I’ll have it right tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Marcus said. “You’ve never worked on a
ranch before, so it will take a little getting used to.”
She nodded and pulled the biscuits out of the oven. “How do you
want your eggs?”
“Just scramble them all,” Randall answered.
Ten minutes later she had everything on the table, and the men
took their seats across from each other. Darla started cleaning up the dishes she’d used to cook with.
“Hey, come over here and sit down and eat. Dishes can wait till
you eat breakfast.” Marcus stood up and pulled out a chair. “Grab a
plate.”
“Oh, I can eat later. I shouldn’t eat with you.”
“Why the hell not? You gotta eat. You might as well eat with us
and save time,” Randall added.
“I…if you’re sure.”
She opened the cabinet and pulled out a plate. She gathered
silverware and sat at the head of the table. It was the only place left to sit. She felt odd sitting there with them. Randall got up and poured a
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cup of coffee for her. He sat it in front of her and smiled. It was
contagious. She smiled back.
Randall and Marcus discussed the ranch and things she had no
knowledge of. While they continued their discussion, Darla planned
her day.
“So is there anything you need before we head out?” Marcus’s
deep voice startled her. She nearly dropped her fork.
“Oh, no. I’m fine. I have plenty to do.”
“Randall made a list of some of the things we are used to eating so
you could make out a grocery list. We aren’t picky, though. Believe
me. We’ll eat just about anything you feed us. Been living off our
own cooking for several years now.”
She laughed. “It can’t be that bad. You’re both healthy-looking
men.” She blushed realizing what she’d admitted to.
“Well, thanks,” Marcus said.
Randall reached over and touched her hand. “You’re mighty
pretty yourself.”
Uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking,
Darla stood up and carried her plate to the sink. She hadn’t quite
finished, but her appetite had fled along with her common sense
evidently.
“I’m working in the office today. I have a program I’m working
on, so I’ll be close by if you need anything.” Randall rinsed off his plate and sat it on top of hers.
“I’ll be back around noon. Sandwiches are fine.” Marcus stood up
and looked as if he was going to touch her, but he turned and walked
toward the kitchen door leading outside.
Randall donned his hat and followed his brother.
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“Damn, I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off her.”
Marcus growled.
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“Yeah, I’m with you on that. It’s hard to believe we only met her
last night. I feel like she belongs here with us.” Randall watched his brother saddle his horse.
“I wish it were me staying home with her today.”
“You’ll get your time,” Randall said.
“See if you can make any headway with her. Don’t scare her off
though.”
“I think I can handle it just fine, little brother.” He grinned when
Marcus scowled at him.
“She looked good in the kitchen, didn’t she?” Marcus led his
brother’s horse outside into the crisp morning air.
Randall nodded thinking about how it would feel to greet her in
the mornings with a kiss and a hug. Hell, waking her up with a kiss
sounded even better.
“I’d better go. The boys will be wondering where I am. I’ll see
you at lunch.” Marcus mounted the horse and headed off toward the
west pasture.
Alone with Darla. It sounded good, but he wasn’t sure how to
proceed. The idea was to make her comfortable around them. He
entered the kitchen to find her wiping down the stove. The dishes
were finished and the table clean. She looked so tiny compared to
him. He was almost afraid to touch her. As if sensing he was watching her, she turned from the stove and stared.
“Did you want something? I can make more coffee if you would
like.” She shifted from one foot to the other.
“No, thanks. Maybe later. I’ll be in the office if you need
anything. Don’t worry about interrupting me.”
He walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to the office he
and his brother shared. They each had a desk to conduct their
individual business interests from. Marcus took care of the ranch for the most part, while he ran a programming business. He helped with
the books during calving season. Marcus would be tied up from sunup
to sundown for several weeks.
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Noise from the hall had him looking up toward the door hoping
she was going to come in and ask him something. Instead, a soft
humming reached his ears as she passed by the door. He smiled at the
slightly off-key music. It was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard. He listened for a few more seconds then buried himself in his computers.