Woman on Top [McQueen Was My Valley 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

You especially don’t shoot does.”
    “This is why we have seasons and regulations!” Gabriel agreed heatedly. He knew he became strident and overzealous when the subject of poaching came up, but after all, that zeal was why he’d become a conservation officer in the first place. “This ruins it for all the ethical sportsmen who abide by the rules.”
    “You can’t just—I don’t know—put some sort of motion camera—nah, I don’t suppose that’d work.”
    “Yeah,” Gabriel agreed vehemently, “putting a GPS collar on a doe wouldn’t help, either. We do that on big cats, cougars. We’ve caught a few poachers that way. But for deer—shit, I’ve got fifteen hundred square miles of patrol district to cover alone. I rely mostly on sportsmen to report poaching to me. I have the fetuses, rounds I dug out of the doe, and a cigarette butt. If I ever get a suspect, I can make a match. Think I’ll go back to the lodge to express mail this stuff to my lab.”
    Kinsey appeared to have finished dressing, looking fine in a formfitting burgundy henley pullover. Gabriel expected Kinsey would offer to ride alongside him. After all, they were both heading back to the lodge. But Kinsey just turned to stuff his towel into his saddlebag, and Gabriel was left feeling even lonelier than ever.
    Morose, he mounted his horse and regained the path. Maybe he’s not going back to the lodge. Maybe he’s a BASE jumper like Nathan is and is scoping out new “diving boards” for a jump. But none of these excuses seemed to be true as Kinsey trailed Gabriel by as little as thirty yards, riding up the canyon’s rim.
    This is ridiculous. We look like idiots riding this close together yet not speaking.
    Waves of relief washed over Gabriel when Kinsey rode abreast. He looked achingly delicious in that Stetson and sheepskin coat, although Gabriel could tell they were brand new. Kinsey seemed a natural on a horse—especially for a marine. “Why don’t you go talk with Nathan Horowitz? He’s got that new fly-fishing outfit. He must see boatloads of outdoorsmen every day.”
    “I know Nathan,” Gabriel agreed. “In fact, that’s why I was temporarily reassigned to southeast Utah. My predecessor Julian decided to go to Hawaii with Nathan on his honeymoon.” Now that Gabriel spoke that aloud, it did sound mighty odd. Why had Julian butted into Nathan’s honeymoon? Well, it probably wasn’t important. Maybe Julian had had some wildlife research to do in Hawaii. What was important was that Gabriel had been reassigned from the Springville office, where he’d had a partner, Donovan. He’d been lonelier than ever the past few weeks, riding alone through the magnificent canyons, working on his watershed restoration project on his notebook. The highlight of his month had been stumbling upon a group of loud “Furries”—people who dressed like enormous stuffed animals in order to hump each other in the wilderness. That had woken him up and given him plenty to laugh about for a few days.
    Kinsey looked thoughtfully into the distance. “Yes, they seem to have an…arrangement.”
    Arrangement? What did Kinsey mean? “Yeah, I’ll go talk to Nathan. If you don’t mind.”
    Kinsey shrugged. “I don’t mind. What they do on their honeymoon is none of my concern.”
    Gabriel truly hoped Kinsey didn’t mind. Already he was far too interested in the ginger marine for his own good, and he knew only desolation could come of his crush. “I’m gonna get that bastard poacher.”
    “Yes,” agreed Kinsey, and the emotion seemed to be heartfelt. “We need to preserve our hunting and fishing heritage.”

Chapter Four
     
    “Holy mother.”
    Cass Cameron, director of the front desk, normally spoke in such intense terms, so Brooke didn’t look up from her computer screen. Every time a fellow who was remotely good-looking, maybe dressed in a tux, walked by, Cass muttered some appreciative comment under her breath. She always became very