sped toward the east pasture lane, the truck kicking up dust in its wake.
Ty was out the door before Bodie completely braked to a stop, and opened the gate. He took care to make sure it was secure before climbing back into the passenger seat.
“She’s liable to be pissed when she sees us,” Bodie pointed out.
“Could be, bro, but does that really matter to you?”
“Hell no.”
The truck jounced over the rutted lane, and Bodie slowed down, pointing to a small figure in the distance. “Well, yonder she is. Reckon we’ll know soon enough.”
* * *
Libby didn’t bother to look up when she heard a truck approach. Alex had already called to tell her the Cade twins were on their way to talk to her. She’d also made it abundantly clear where she stood on the issue. According to Alex, Libby needed to let sleeping dogs lie, swallow her pride, and let Bodie and Ty guide her through Yellowstone. Despite her personal feelings, Libby knew her sister was right, but it still stuck in her craw that those two assholes had manipulated the situation in their favor. She stiffened slightly when the truck pulled to a stop and the doors opened and slammed shut.
“Howdy, Lib,” Ty called. “Alex said you were out here mending fence. Figured we’d lend a hand, maybe talk some.”
Libby shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Bodie walk the fence, then turn around and head back.
“Top string needs replacing down to the next post. You got enough wire?”
Libby jerked her head in the direction of the old ranch pickup. “In the truck bed with the stretcher.” She continued with what she was doing, ignoring Ty’s presence beside her as she removed the barbs from either side of the break in the wire, then threaded the wire’s ends through the sleeve. After crimping the sleeve over the wire, she wrapped each end securely around the barbed wire.
“That’s the last of it,” she told Ty. “Except for that section Bodie’s working on. I’d best go help him.”
“I’ll do it. You sit a spell; think about all the things that could go wrong in the backcountry, and you with no one to back you up.”
Libby stuck her leather gloves in her back pocket with a sigh. “Believe me, I know what could happen if I go in alone. Same as I know what’ll happen if I go in with the two of you.”
Ty gave her a heart-stopping grin. “Could be nothin’ll happen, Lib.”
Libby rolled her eyes and hopped up on the tailgate. “Don’t go pissin’ on my boot and call it rain, Ty Cade. I know all about you and your brother and those fancy women in Jackson Hole.”
Ty tipped his hat back, frowning. “Maybe so, honey, but we’ve never taken any woman against her will. That’s not part of it, and never will be.” A sensual smile curved his full mouth. “And, Libby, every one of ’em said they’d never had an orgasm that could compare to it.”
She was blushing so hard, her ears actually burned. “Just . . . go help your brother.”
When Ty turned and walked away, Libby reached into the cooler for an ice-cold bottle of water and pressed it to her forehead. Could she do it? Could she make love with two men at the same time? Especially if those two men were Bodie and Ty Cade?
Libby swung her feet back and forth as she watched the two brothers repairing the fence, the muscles in their arms and backs flexing as they manhandled the roll of wire. No doubt about it, they were smoking hot. No New York model could come close to filling out a pair of jeans the way the Cade boys did, and there was just something about cowboys that still fueled her fantasies, even after all these years.
It wasn’t that she didn’t believe they were truly sorry for the way they’d treated her. She’d heard it enough times by now to believe they meant it. And she could honestly admit that the idea of a threesome was intriguing. It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it before. Just not with these two men.
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