Love Slave for Two: Reckoning [Love Slave for Two 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

he didn’t continue, Elle did. “She told him he’d burn in hell, along with everyone else,” she softly said. “I’m telling you, she’s nuts. I thought I’d try to get her to see sense and let her take me to one of her church meetings to get in her good graces. It was all that hatemongering stuff, and the preacher screaming that ‘God’s gonna strike ’em down,’ and whacked-out stuff like that. No one in Grandma’s church ever acts like that. It was just spooky.”
    “That’s us Methodists,” Peggy said in an attempt to lighten the mood. “We don’t care if your sheep are white or black or polka-dotted, they’re all welcome.”
    “I guess me getting into it with her in the frozen food aisle at Publix that day didn’t help anything,” Nevvie muttered.
    “She’s not used to people standing up to her,” Clay said. “I let her roll over me for a lot of years before I grew a spine.”
    “So it’s a badge of honor?” Andrew quipped.
    “Sure,” Clay said with a wry smile. “Call it that.”
    “What is the surprise you made me wait until after dinner for, Mom?” Nevvie asked, wanting to change the direction of the conversation. She did her best not to think about Emily and her betrayal of them. She certainly didn’t want to spend the evening talking about her.
    Peggy smiled. “I was going to make you wait until the boys were in bed, but I’ll get it. You wait right here.” She got up from the table and left the kitchen.
    Karen wore a sneaky grin. “Come on,” Nevvie said. “Tell me.”
    “Uh-uh. You’ll find out soon enough.”
    Peggy returned a few minutes later carrying what looked like a rifle case, as well as a medium-sized canvas bag. She set them on the table. “These were Adam’s,” she said with a melancholy expression and wistful tone. “The girls never had an interest in doing it, and I told Tommy I’d keep the stuff for him in case he ever wanted it. I’m not sure he even remembers it’s here. I’ve got two more shotguns in the gun safe in my closet. I think it’s only right as Tommy’s wife that you have them. Adam would want someone to use them. This is the best one of the three. It was his favorite. But I want you to have all three of them.”
    Nevvie stood and unzipped the case. Inside lay a shotgun. She was afraid to touch it, but Peggy picked it up, showed her how to break it open, and handed it to her. “Those are snap caps inside,” she explained as she pointed to two red things resembling shotgun shells in the barrels. She closed the gun and pointed it up toward the ceiling, then pulled the trigger twice. Nevvie heard a distinct click-click .
    “You can dry-fire it with those in.” She handed it back to Nevvie. “I wasn’t much into skeet, but Adam taught me how when we first got married. I found I liked trap better. I haven’t been shooting in decades, though. Since before Tommy was born. That’s a Browning 12-gauge over-under. Nice gun. It’s set up for skeet. Ported barrel, skeet chokes, adjustable comb and stock, everything.” She smiled. “John will likely be a little jealous when you show him that.”
    Nevvie tentatively hefted the gun. “I’ve never shot a gun in my life. Not unless you count water pistols or Wii game controllers.”
    Peggy laughed as she showed her how to shoulder it. “Sorry, sugar. Those don’t count. I’d be happy to go with you and John to the skeet range, if it’d make you feel more comfortable. I’m pretty rusty, but…”
    “Thanks, Mom.” She put the gun back in the case and hugged her. “I really appreciate it. That would be fun. What’s in the bag?”
    Peggy unzipped it. “His shooting supplies. I gave away the shells a long time ago. They wouldn’t have kept. He used to do his own reloading. I buy a fresh box of shells once a year to keep handy in case of rattlesnakes in the yard or something.” She pointed to a box. “Not to mention a woman alone, it was a little comforting knowing I could put my