Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

hear the sharp wind slice into the jagged rocks that surrounded their little clearing nestled behind a stand of towering pine trees. They were hiding on a plateau on a mountainside, and from the sounds of the howling wind, he knew it would be another cold one tonight. Correct that. Colder than usual.
    He didn’t know why he’d insisted they come here to their summer hideout earlier than usual. There had been something deep inside of him that had missed this place. Eve and he had made love only a quarter of a mile down the mountainside from here. It had been their last time together. Had he known she’d be kidnapped and lose her memory of them, he’d never have gone after those goddamn gold bars, which, it turned out hadn’t been in the fucking bank after all.
    An icy chill scrambled through him at the memory of that morning of the bank job. They’d gotten into the bank and hadn’t found anything in the vault that Riley had managed to unlock. When they’d come back out and headed into the alley behind the bank, their horses had been there. Eve was gone. Even to this day, his gut hollowed out in a sick feeling at realizing she’d been taken.
    He shivered at the disturbing memory and tugged his jacket collar up around his neck. He wished he could be more like Maddox and wear animal skins. But Kayne wasn’t a hunter. Didn’t like killing animals or wearing them. He preferred to freeze his ass off in human clothing. At least that way he could pretend he wasn’t sinking into the Neanderthal, ice-age world that had once existed many years ago on Earth, and which, compliments of the Catastrophe, seemed to be happening again.
    “Rider coming in with Maddox,” Riley whispered, and for a moment Kayne thought he’d heard wrong. But then he saw the gun suddenly appear in Riley’s hand and knew he hadn’t. He palmed his own gun, twisting around, readying for a gunfight.
    His eyes widened in shock as he saw the hunched figure riding a white horse. He recognized her immediately, and the weirdest happiness cracked through his frozen exterior, warming his insides like they’d never been warmed before.
    Eve. She’d come back.
    She was dressed for the cold mountain weather, wearing layers of clothing, as well as thick woolen leggings, slouch socks, and what appeared to be moccasins. She looked like an American Indian woman. Healthy and curvy and very pretty.
    “What the fuck?” he found himself whispering, mesmerized by the sight of her. Was he hallucinating? Or was she really here?
    As he stared at her, it suddenly seemed as if she’d never left. Her high cheekbones were red from the cold. She wore a black bandana across her forehead, and her hair flew around behind her in the wind like a tornado, just as it had done all those times they’d ridden together. She hadn’t seen Riley or himself yet, because she was staring at the fire with longing.
    Despite her attire, he knew she would be cold. She would need warmth. She needed them now . He didn’t know how he knew that last part, but he knew she did.
    Despite knowing it, he could only stare at her. She looked so pretty. Her light blue, almost gray eyes had always smiled even when she was mad at them for one thing or another. But here in the dark, cold night beneath the glowing green lights, they didn’t smile now. She had a lost, haunted look about those eyes, and suddenly the flare of hope and happiness shifting through him disappeared.
    Why was she here?
    “What the hell is Eve doing here?” Riley said, echoing his thoughts. Surprise etched Riley’s words just as surprise was sinking deep through his own flesh. He knew Riley and Mad were in love with her, too. Sensed she had been in love with them, but she’d never said it. Neither had any of them told her their feelings as far as he knew. Maybe if they had told her they all loved her, she would have remembered them?
    He blinked that thought aside. He was thinking nonsense. He refocused his attention on Eve. Is