When Kat's Away [Sequel to Anna Doubles Down] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

thin, white eyelet curtain.
    “It’s gotta be awfully early.” The sun was just beginning to leave a pink smear across the dark blue sky.
    Sighing, she went and pulled the white metal pot from under the bed. She stared at it for a moment and then wrinkled her nose. “No way. How bad can the latrine be?” She headed for the door and then stopped. She glanced down at her gown and then went back and pulled on her tank top. “At least nobody’ll be able to see my boobs.”
    Trying to be as quiet as possible, she tiptoed out of her room and glanced toward the closed door at the end of the hall.
    If that’s where David sleeps, I wonder where Win’s room is.
    Slowly, she moved down the stairs, stopping to peer toward the windows in the saloon. “Doesn’t look like anybody’s out yet.”
    Turning, she made her way down the darkened hall to the outside door. A thin wood board held up by two braces effectively kept out any intruders. She struggled with the weight of the board, finally lifting it high enough to free it from the braces.
    The door squeaked as she slowly pulled it open and peeked around the frame. She could see the shadow of a small building a short distance from the main house. Tall shadowed pines stretched up while streaks of billowy clouds moved across the early morning sky.
    She started down the path, wishing she’d taken the time to put on her sandals. She could hear the creaking of the trees as they swayed in the breeze and the hoot of an owl crying woefully in the dark. Grass and weeds slid against her skin as she scurried along the trail. Cursing silently, she grunted in pain as her toe stubbed against a root. Breathing in deep, she caught the scent of rich earth, pine needles, and the distinct odor of the outdoor latrine.
    Kat ignored the mosquito that bit the back of her neck and flexed her fingers before reaching for the door of the privy. She held her breath as she pulled open the door, her heart slamming against her ribs.
    “What’s the matter with me? There’s nothing to be afraid of.” As the door swung open, her breath caught. “Damn, I wish I had a flashlight.”
    There was barely enough light to see the wooden frame they used as a seat. Holding out her hands to ward off any unseen obstacles, she moved forward, grimacing at the feel of a cobweb brushing against her arm. Holding her breath, she finished her business and rushed back down the trail toward the house, leaves and twigs catching at her clothing while her hands slapped at the mosquitoes biting her exposed flesh.
    She pushed open the door and hurried back inside. Turning, she lifted the board to bar the door.
    “I’m guessing you found everything okay.”
    Kat squealed and turned to see David standing in the shadows at the end of the hall. He was wearing a pair of dark pants and nothing else. His chest was broad with a light covering of hair.
    “Yes, no problems.” She gave a little laugh. “I should have put on some shoes, though.”
    David moved forward quickly and dropped to his knee. He picked up one of her feet, causing her hand to land on the warm skin of his bare shoulder. Her breath caught at the electricity that shot up her arm from the contact. She held her breath as he rubbed his hand up and down the bottom of her foot.
    “I don’t feel any cuts. You were lucky.” He quickly examined her other foot and then stood. “Are you going back to bed, or could I interest you in some breakfast?”
    Kat swallowed hard.
    I wish he’d go put on the rest of his clothes.
    He was standing close enough to feel the heat from his body, and she inhaled his musky, pleasing masculine scent. “Uh, I could eat if you’re going to cook anyway.”
    He smiled. “I’ve always been an early riser. I was about to put the coffee on when I saw the door was open.” He turned and walked toward a darkened room. “Come on and keep me company while I cook.”
    She followed him silently and waited in the door while he lit several lamps. The