Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“It’s fine.” Shane set his pack down. “The place looks great.”
“Nah, it looks like the last person who actually lived here was a man who did not give a damn about anything but comfort.” Trev McNamara chuckled as he walked through the doorway. He was a big guy, his body still evidence of his former NFL career. He’d been a famous quarterback with the world open to him, but he’d had an addiction to a bunch of stuff that wasn’t good for him, and now he was a rancher.
And seemed happy about it. Oh, he still played some ball, but only with his friends and family. Bay had caught a couple of that dude’s spiral passes, and the man could hit a target.
Shane looked at their boss. “Oh, it’s fine. We’re thankful that you’re allowing us to use it. I need you to understand we know it’s just while Brooke is here.”
Trev studied Shane for a long moment and then gave the same scrutiny to Bay. He wondered if they were about to get a lecture about taking advantage of his wife. “How long do you suspect that’s going to be?”
Yes, he should have known this was too good to be true. “I think she said she was going to be here a couple of weeks.”
“And you’re okay with that?” Trev asked.
“We support Brooke in whatever she wants to do,” Shane said, proving he was the one with a filter.
Bay didn’t have much of one. “No. We want her to stay. She thought throwing out the whole fake engagement thing would get me to run, but she doesn’t know me well. Yet. Pretty soon she’s going to figure out that was a mistake because I’m a tick who digs in hard.”
For a second he worried he’d said the wrong thing, but then Trev pointed his way and smiled. “That’s what I want to hear.” He glanced out the open door. “Jamie, I was right. This is all a scam to trap Brooke.”
“Thank god.” Jamie Glen walked in, carrying a vase filled with red and pink roses. “I was worried they were using Brooke to fuck over Max. Not that anyone would blame you.”
“Brooke would, Mr. Glen,” Bay pointed out. She loved her brothers, and he and Shane needed to find a way to make up for the last several years of fucking around with them.
Jamie set the flowers on the kitchen table. “These are from Hope. She’s planning on inviting Brooke over to the storage shed. There’s some extra furniture and stuff we haven’t gotten rid of since our last makeover.”
Trev grinned. “My wife can’t stop renovating. She’s working with Hale Galloway on some of his projects. I swear my kids already know how to install flooring, but she’s real bad about letting go of things. She’s a bit of a hoarder. There’s some furniture plus extra bedding. I think the kitchen is well stocked.”
“Because you use it so often.” Jamie leaned against the bar. “You know you’re not going to be able to wander up here in the altogether to fix a couple of sandwiches during a long play session.” He looked to Bay. “Trev had the brilliant idea of transforming the basement of this building into a playroom after his oldest started wandering around the house by herself. There were doors he did not want to explain why they were locked.”
Trev shrugged. “The old adult playroom is now a kid’s playroom. And we play here where our kids know not to go into. It helps quite a bit having someone in the place.”
He hadn’t even thought about that. Trev had shown off his gorgeous playroom when they’d hired on since he knew Bay and Shane were in the lifestyle. He’d offered for them to use it if they took a sub. He remembered thinking if he was a couple of years younger, he would have been all over it, but now the only person he wanted was Brooke. But the last thing he wanted to do was cause trouble for his boss. “We can clear out when you need the space.”
Trev’s head shook, and his expression went soft. “We don’t play much right now. Three kids in, and we mostly sleep when we get the chance. It’s okay. It’ll be here when we’re ready. I’m going to enjoy all the phases, and this phase is less sex, more kids sleeping on my chest. As Jamie here is about to discover.”
Jamie smiled his way. “I’m ready. You’re not the only one who’s going to have wild-ass kids running all over this ranch. Those two boys of yours are getting another brother. And Miranda will have another young dumbass to dote on.”
“My daughter likes to play Mommy with her baby brothers. It’s the sweetest thing,” Trev explained.
Bay didn’t understand that, but he did know the two men were happy. “We’re appreciative of the offer to stay here for a couple of weeks.”