Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

asleep, he’d been quiet for so long, but then his deep voice cracked through the air, his question shattering the comfortable silence.
    “Where were you when it happened?”
    She knew he was talking about the Catastrophe. She wondered why he would ask such a question at a time like this. Maybe he was trying to find out a connection they shared? Heck, everybody who survived shared the same connections. Losing their loved ones, the shift in the weather, the fear of city-dwelling cannibals and apparent poverty. Or maybe it was just small talk on his part?
    Whatever his reason, The Catastrophe, as everyone called it, was something she tried really hard not to think about. It was still very painful. Yet, Logan’s question brought it all back in vivid detail, and suddenly she ached to tell him.
    She needed to tell someone who seemed to care at least a little about her. Maybe because he was the first guy who actually thought about her pleasure instead of just his own. Maybe that’s why she sensed he cared. Or maybe it was because he was her first client that she didn’t have to fake an orgasm with?
    “The day started just like any other,” she began. “The sun was shining brightly…”
    Excitement pummeled Teyla as she drove out of the town’s only mall parking lot with the truck cab full of two weeks groceries and the early pregnancy test kit sitting in the paper bag right beside her on the seat. Glancing at herself in the rear-view mirror, she couldn’t help but smile at her flushed pink cheeks or her windblown, shoulder-length wavy brown hair. Not one for wearing makeup, she looked a mess, but at the moment, she didn’t care because she just might be pregnant. For real.
    When she’d stepped out of the farmhouse this morning, that same weird, nauseous kind of feeling was anchored in the pit of her stomach. She’d been feeling a bit sick intermittently over the past week. At first, she thought she had a touch of the flu, but then she’d had a lightbulb moment. Morning sickness?
      As she watched her husband of eleven years working in the lush lavender fields, she’d barely been able to contain the bubbling happiness of what she suspected. She dare not raise Max’s hopes again only to find out it was a false alarm. It had happened three times over the past two years since they began trying to get pregnant.
    The look of devastation on his face depressed her for weeks, and it made her feel like a failure as a wife because she knew he wanted a lot of kids and so did she. This time around, though, she was playing it nice and cool, at least in front of him. That is, until she found out for sure whether the early pregnancy kit gave her a positive reading or not. If it did, she would go to the doctor and have it confirmed this time before she so much as uttered a peep.
    Trying to keep her mind off her excitement, she forced herself to gaze at her prairie surroundings. As always, the sparse dots of farmhouses, silver silos, and fields of round hay bales baking in the sunshine soothed her rattled nerves.
    Heart Creek was a bustling farm town of five thousand people nestled in the foothills of the Canadian Rocky Mountains. It had a main street with a bakery, a hardware store, two restaurants, and one mall. It also boasted the only drive-in theatre for miles. This area was her home, and despite having a three-year stint as a grocery cashier in the busy Canadian city of Calgary, Alberta, after finishing high school, she’d come back home to marry her high school sweetheart, Max Sutton.
    She’d never regretted her decision, but she sometimes wondered if Max did, especially when she caught him gazing longingly at their relatives’ endless stream of kids.
    Since their lavender farm was around fifteen miles from town, it didn’t take long for her to swing her truck off the paved highway onto the dusty road that bordered their five hundred acres.
    They’d named their place Heart Pond Farm due to the huge man-made pond her