Love Under Two Montanans [The Lusty, Texas Collection] by Cara Covington (feel good novels TXT) 📕

as onerous at task here in Texas as it used to be in Montana because, mile-wise, we’re talking a lot less ground to cover.”

“Then we finished off the day with a planning meeting at Chase’s place.” Parker ran his hand down her arm. “We did learn some interesting things that affect us.”

“Us, as in the two of you?”

“No, baby. Us, as in all three of us.”

“To begin with, you were right,” Dale said. “It was the second party who’s looking for you that got Grandma Kate and Jake worried.”

“Turns out, while I was working with Jackson and Dale was with Cord, we both asked the same questions and got the same answers. They don’t know what it’s all about. But they both think Grandma Kate does.”

“Maybe I should ask her, then.” Jenny felt no qualms doing that, except for one thing. Did she really want to know the answer? Clearly, whoever was looking for her had some connection to her past—that time in her young life before she’d been adopted.

Of course, she had no memories to draw on. She had often wondered about her background. She’d been curious about the young woman who’d borne her and birthed her. Who had she been? Were her parents gone, or had she simply pretended they were? And if that had been the case, why had she said her family would destroy Jenny?

After her parents’ revelations, Jenny only had more questions. Had her birth mother really been threatened by her own family? Had they really meant her harm?

“Let it go for now, sweetheart.” Dale leaned closer and kissed her. When he sat back, Parker turned her face up to receive his kiss.

Relaxed, rejuvenated, Jenny felt her libido spark to life. With these two men, it sure didn’t take much.

“You don’t have to make a decision tonight. Let it go. Your heart will tell you what to do, when it’s ready.”

Jenny sighed. She didn’t know if she would ever be able to put into words how it felt that these two men got her. Likely, that was her biggest blessing with these Montanans. They were getting to know her, warts and all, and still they made her their center.

“You’re right. I don’t need to decide anything right this minute.” Especially not when there was a more immediate and very pressing concern. Or, rather, two of them. Parker’s erection, under her hip, and Dale’s erection, under her leg, both called to her. So, she used her leg to stroke one lover, wiggled her hips to stroke the other, and sighed with pleasure when they proceeded to let her begin to pamper them, too.

Chapter Thirteen

Marc stepped into the roadhouse, one part curious and two parts hungry. For food, yes, but also for something he couldn’t even completely identify.

Situated just outside of Lusty, the place looked new and busy, despite the fact that the standard lunchtime of twelve to one-thirty had already passed. New this establishment surely was because he’d never seen it before.

Of course, it had been more than a few years since he’d been back.

Marc let his gaze wander the dining room, automatically cataloguing his surroundings. There were tables, booths, and stools at the bar. There was a door leading to the kitchen on his left at about ten o’clock and an open door frame with washrooms and exit signs hanging above it at half past eleven. That doorway was easily accessible from the back of the room. A cursory glance at the current patrons assured him there were no obvious enemies lying in wait. A couple of the diners looked familiar to him, but that was only to be expected, all things considered. They represented a danger of a different sort, one that was a part of normal, everyday life. One he’d avoided for the last decade.

I wonder how long it’s going to take me to get my head out of company business? He’d only resigned a month and a half ago. He’d immediately been taken into debriefing for three weeks, and then he’d rented a series of cars as he’d made his meandering way west from Virginia.

When he got to Oklahoma, he’d turned in his last rental car and picked up his own vehicle, which he’d just now parked and locked in the parking lot. He called his car the Silver Bullet. The agency had arranged to have him pick up his own car at one of their infamous “undisclosed locations.”

One of the first things he did once he was behind the wheel was to drive it around the block and remove the “extras” Langley had ordered installed.

Listed as one of the fastest cars in the world, the Tesla Roadster was sleek, sexy, and moved like stink. He’d paid cash for it and arranged to have it waiting for him just before he went into debrief. He wanted to drive into his home state for the first time in over a decade in his own car, as himself.

Marc was officially out of the spy business, but it might be awhile before the spy business was out of him. He didn’t think there would ever come a time when he would be lax about security. His thoughts touched on where he was going, of who all would be or could be in his future, and he realized that, no, he’d never be lax about security again. Marc could never go back to being the same idealistic and naïve young man he’d been ten years ago when he’d left Lusty for the wider and, yes, much wickeder world.

He was who he was, period. He’d done what he’d done in service to his country, and he had no regrets.

Marc knew it was exactly thirty seconds since he’d stepped into the roadhouse and begun casing the joint. Unwilling to draw any more attention to himself, he headed to the back of the dining room. No one was sitting at the table for four in the very back, on his far right. So he picked that one and