Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

it hard for him to string more than a few coherent thoughts together. It moulded itself to her curves far too graphically for his comfort, and thoughts of her endless legs were going to cost him a sleepless night, he just knew it. He imagined all that horseback riding was responsible for toning them up, and images of her astride some lively mount only fuelled his jealousy.
    Jealous? That was ridiculous. Jonny didn’t do jealously, especially not of a horse.
    She looked tough yet vulnerable, intelligent but a little lost. She definitely held Daniel in great affection—there was no concealing the concern she felt over his condition—and yet she helped him without making it seem like a big deal. Jonny gave her credit for realizing that Daniel would hate to feel like the invalid he obviously was.
    Steffi wasn’t beautiful in the accepted sense, but Jonny had had enough beautiful women to last him a lifetime. He had long since disregarded physical perfection in favour of women with something more than sawdust between their ears. It seemed as though Steffi qualified in that respect, he decided, watching her with interest as she chatted to his brothers. Her face was full of character. Yes, that was a great way to describe her. He almost smiled when he imagined how she’d react if he told her that. It might not sound like an accepted compliment, but it would be meant as one. There was resourcefulness in those big hazel eyes, tempered by a sense of fun and determination to succeed. But at whose expense?
    Jonny didn’t entirely trust Steffi Darwin, but he was no longer quite so averse to his father’s plan for them to seduce her. In his extensive experience, pillow talk was the best way to find out what really made a person tick.
    “Is the Standish’s mare still due to arrive tomorrow?” Daniel asked as they tucked into their appetisers. Well, the three brothers tucked in, but Jonny noticed his father merely pushing round his plate. He could see that Steffi, seated beside Daniel, noticed, too, but didn’t try to force him into eating. Presumably, she knew more about his dietary requirements than he did, so Jonny said nothing about it.
    “No,” Steffi said, looking close to tears. “I forgot to tell you. They e-mailed to cancel.”
    “Another one?” Daniel laid his silverware aside. “I’m sorry, Steffi, that must have come as quite a blow. The Standishes are influential in the American Hanoverian world. Not that you need me to tell you that.”
    “It’s me who’s sorry, Daniel. You paid all that money for Marius and he’s not earning his keep. Not that it’s his fault,” she added, her loyalty to the horse causing Jonny’s lips to twitch. “I just wish I knew what’s going wrong.”
    “Daniel mentioned earlier that you were looking into it,” Jonny said. “What did you find out?”
    “Not a lot,” Steffi said, grimacing. “All the people I spoke to when they phoned to say they weren’t sending their mares to Marius made vague excuses. One mare was sick, another had been sold, that sort of thing.” She, too, laid her fork aside, her face flushed with anger. “There’s something they’re not telling me, but I’ve no idea how to get to the bottom of it.” She furled her brow. “Why should anyone object to Marius? His bloodlines are beyond question.”
    “Anyone bear you a personal grudge?”
    “No,” she said a little too quickly.
    Ah, so now the lies started. Jonny wondered what it was in her past that she didn’t want to share with them, but now wasn’t the time to delve into it.
    “Did you ring the Standishes and ask them about their change of heart?” he asked his father.
    Daniel shook his head. “I should have done, would have done under normal circumstances, but—” He spread his hands, further explanations unnecessary, given his condition.
    “I should have thought of that,” Steffi said, blushing. “Sorry, it’s just not something that comes naturally to us Brits, putting