Two Cowboys in Her Crosshairs [Hellfire Ranch] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

his knees were a bit wobbly. “I’m pretty sure I’m not up to any rodeos, but I’m damn tired of staying in bed. I figured if I can walk to the kitchen, I might get some decent food.” He sipped more coffee, and a burst of energy spread through him. He sat up a little straighter. “Did you get all the branding done?”
    “Yeah. Me and the Lawson boys took care of it,” Jake replied. “Next week we can do the ear tagging if you’re up to it.”
    “I’m sure I will be.” His stomach rumbled loudly. He flushed and covered it.
    Jake grinned. “Yep, you are well and truly on the mend. What do you want to eat?”
    “I don’t know, but I’ll take care of it.”
    “Don’t overdo it.”
    “Jesus, when did you turn into a nagging little girl?”
    Jake stood. “Tell you what. You get better, and we’ll head down to San Antonio and look up a certain señorita we both know.” His grin flashed white and devilish. “I figure since you’re puny and all, we can share her so you don’t get plumb wore out.”
    Hudson laughed. They’d spent more than one occasion sharing a woman between them. His cock rose instantly. “Damn, now that sounds like a fine idea. Except it’ll be you, old man, who tires first.”
    Jake laughed. “Right. I’ve got to go up on the western fence line and make some repairs. Billy radioed it in when he was heading to the cistern. Looks like someone sliced through a few of the wires up there.”
    “Near the lake?”
    “Yeah. The section that butts up against Miles Cochran’s property. Should only take me a couple of hours to fix.”
    “Kids then.”
    “Yep. So, what are you going to do with your day?”
    Tension crept over Hudson’s shoulders, and he shrugged again as he tried to loosen the muscles. He was stiff as a corpse from lying in bed for ten days straight. His back, legs, and neck hurt like fire. What he needed was a good deep-tissue massage. Or he could use a hard romp in the hay with a hot, busty blonde.
    Too bad he couldn’t find anything like that in Freedom.
    “Hud?”
    He looked at Jake. “I guess I’ll look at what we can make for dinner. Make up a shopping list. You know, do the girly shit since I’m stuck in here.”
    Jake grinned and grabbed his hat from the rack by the back door. “Don’t forget to watch your soaps and catch up on all the gossip shows.”
    “Hey, some of those shows are very interesting.”
    Jake’s snort echoed in the room as he left. The door slammed shut behind him.
    Hudson sighed and sat down at the table. He pulled The Beacon of Freedom close to him. He wondered what fascinating tidbits the decades-long editor and owner Earl Banes included in this week’s edition. Earl Banes was known for cherry-picking topics and pretty much avoiding anything that would be considered real news.
    Hud spent the next hour reading about Sadie Rose’s fundraising efforts for the library, a discourse on why Minerva Binswain’s generous bequest to the library could not be used for the fundraising, and all about Arte Kushing’s newest idea. Hudson wasn’t a fan of hot dogs in the first place, but Shot Dogs—sliced hot dogs with buns and fixings in a shot glass—sounded like it fell on the wrong side of disgusting to him.
    On the other hand, a cheeseburger slider sounded delicious.
    He could go for one—or twelve—at the moment.
    In addition to his ten days of being knocked out on his ass from the flu, he’d been unable to eat more than broth and peanut-butter sandwiches. Everything else was immediately rejected by his body in one way or the other.
    Hudson checked the freezer and found plenty of fixings for chili, gumbo, and chicken-fried steak. He pulled out a package of cubed steak and popped it in the microwave to defrost.
    He gathered the rest of the ingredients and set out dipping pans for the buttermilk, egg wash, and flour dredge.
    The microwave beeped and he pulled the beef out and pressed the middle. Still frozen. “Damn,” he swore and