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

that why she’d returned? Because she’d started remembering?
    He didn’t want to get his hopes up. Didn’t want to experience any emotions. It would be too painful, so he tried like hell to keep himself detached. It didn’t work. Deep inside of him, some wild happiness was threatening to burst free. He forced it back inside.
    It was as if the three of them were paralyzed. None of them moved to help her off the horse. None of them dared speak. Maybe they were all thinking the same thing. That she was a dream or something and if they moved, she’d vanish.
    When she spoke, he could hear the fear and weariness in her voice.
    “I know the last time we met, things didn’t go well. So I am asking you, please, don’t turn me away,” she said in a voice so soft and tortured, it just about brought him to his knees.
    The sound of her voice snapped them out of their weird trance, and all three of them moved in unison, and to Kayne’s disappointment Maddox got to her first. She half fell off the saddle into his arms.
    “I’ll get the water boiling for some tea to warm her,” Riley said as he hurried off.
    “Put her by the fire, Mad. I’ll get more wood onto it,” Kayne instructed.
    While he grabbed several of the pieces of wood he’d just split, he realized he was shaking. What the hell was she doing here? The last time they’d tried to see her, that woman friend of hers had been full of hostility and aimed a rifle at his head. She’d told them that Eve preferred if they didn’t come around again. The next time they’d gone to the place the two women were staying, they’d vanished.
    He tossed the wood onto the fire and watched Maddox hold her protectively in his arms as he carried her to one of the tree stumps they used as a chair. It was right at that moment Kayne realized how primitively the Durango Gang lived. Eve hadn’t deserved this kind of life. They should have gotten her a nice house where she could sew curtains for the windows. A house that he and the guys could fix up so cold air didn’t come through any cracks. A pretty place where they could all be warm and safe, and pleasure her morning, noon, and night and most of all make her remember what they’d had together.
    Kayne stiffened. Where the hell had that crazy idea come from? A house? A warm place where Eve could sew curtains? He had to be going nuts. Eve didn’t do feminine things, except cook and have sex with them when they needed her. And they’d needed her a lot.
    Kayne frowned. Maybe she did do feminine things? They’d just never given her the opportunity, had they?
    “W–Where…is everyone?” she asked between chattering teeth. “I heard you took in six more men after I left.”
    “Gone,” Riley answered. He’d placed the tin pot onto the fire and set himself on a stump beside Eve. Mad sat down on another stump on her other side. But Kayne realized he couldn’t join them. Suddenly he was too pissed off, and he was way too happy. Both at the same time. Talk about confusing. Not only that, he simply could not believe she was here.
    Man, she looked prettier than ever, except for that worried frown that marred the area between her sweetly arched eyebrows.
    “The rest of the gang’s been domesticated,” Riley acknowledged.
    “Domesticated?” Her frown deepened, and she ripped off her leather gloves and blew onto her fingers.
    He wanted to take her hands into his, to warm those fingers. To intertwine them between his own. To hold her hands while he made love to her and showed her exactly how badly he’d missed her.
    Oh shit. That wasn’t happening. She’d been gone for almost two years now. She’d escaped whomever had kidnapped her, and from the little information they’d gotten, she’d been helped by the very pregnant, beautiful, black-haired mystery woman who’d refused to tell them who she was or who had kidnapped Eve. Eve had asked them to leave her alone that one time they’d encountered her in Hell City . Then she had