art.
The bathroom held an oversized tub and a standing shower
incased in a frosted glass box. The frosting formed a leafy pattern
allowing for privacy but making her wonder exactly how much skin
might be visible in the breaks between leaves. The twin showerheads
and large tub screamed of sharing. This bathroom had quite
deliberately been built for two or more.
She slid down off the counter and walked to Gage, who was
holding one hand under the warming stream of water.
“Your bathroom is incredible. Did you have it remodeled when
you moved in?”
“Thank you. Yes. We’re still working on it—the house, I mean—
but the bathroom was one of the first things to get done. I couldn’t stand it the way it was.”
“You did this? As in did the work yourself?” Sara was surprised.
The quality was exquisite.
“Yep, with Tyler’s help of course. I was a general contractor in
my old life. I used to do high-end office buildings and condos.”
“And now?”
“Now I do our house, and take other jobs, when they interest me. I
just finished the renovation of a really beautiful old Victorian house in town. Unusual architecture for this area.”
“And Tyler manages the ranch? I thought he was a veterinarian?”
she asked.
“Ty’s is a vet. He takes care of our animals and does rehabilitation
for some that won’t stay with us permanently. He also helps with the
birthing for a lot of the horse ranches up north. We have a ranch, but we’re not really ranchers. Tyler loves horses, so he breeds and trains them, but we don’t have cattle, and we only ever have four or five of our own horses at a time.”
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“Wow. It sounds like you stay busy. No wonder you guys are in
such great shape.”
Gage chuckled. “Yeah, well, Ty would be upset if I developed a
beer gut. He’s always threatening to cut me off if I get lazy on him.”
Sara smiled. She found it hard to believe that Tyler would ever
threaten Gage in any way. She was pretty sure that Gage was the one
whipping them both into shape.
A moment later, Gage declared the water to be warm enough, and
pulled her in with him. The spray still stung her swollen face and
scraped knees, but also felt fantastic, and it hurt less than it had
yesterday. Her muscles ached from the stress and the fantastic
workout that the men had put her through.
Gage lathered his big hands with soap, and then caressed her from
behind, gently washing her stomach and moving over her hips. Sara
relaxed and let him have control of her body. Closing her eyes, she
leaned back against his solid chest.
She was so relaxed that she jumped when the bathroom door
opened a few seconds later. Tyler poked his head into the shower and
smiled at them.
“I bought you some shampoo and conditioner yesterday and
forgot to give it to you before your shower. Gage and I both use stuff that I thought would be too hard on your hair.” He offered the bottles of Pantene up to her.
“You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble,” Sara protested.
“Shhh,” Gage interrupted her, taking the bottles from Tyler. “I
told you there are some things that you just can’t argue about. Tyler and I take care of our own.”
He pulled her back into his arms and began wetting her hair. Tyler
took one last long look, as if he was contemplating jumping into the
shower, clothes and all, before pushing the shower door closed.
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58
Samantha Blair
Sara was washed, dried, and dressed in a brand new pair of jeans
and tank top not fifteen minutes later. The clothes, just like those from the day before, fit perfectly.
“I took your size from the dress that you were wearing the first
night, but I had to guess at the size for the jeans,” Tyler confessed. “I hoped they would fit.”
“Thank you. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” Sara said.
“I had expected the top to fit a little tighter.” Tyler laughed,
pulling her into his arms and kissing the top of
The bathroom held an oversized tub and a standing shower
incased in a frosted glass box. The frosting formed a leafy pattern
allowing for privacy but making her wonder exactly how much skin
might be visible in the breaks between leaves. The twin showerheads
and large tub screamed of sharing. This bathroom had quite
deliberately been built for two or more.
She slid down off the counter and walked to Gage, who was
holding one hand under the warming stream of water.
“Your bathroom is incredible. Did you have it remodeled when
you moved in?”
“Thank you. Yes. We’re still working on it—the house, I mean—
but the bathroom was one of the first things to get done. I couldn’t stand it the way it was.”
“You did this? As in did the work yourself?” Sara was surprised.
The quality was exquisite.
“Yep, with Tyler’s help of course. I was a general contractor in
my old life. I used to do high-end office buildings and condos.”
“And now?”
“Now I do our house, and take other jobs, when they interest me. I
just finished the renovation of a really beautiful old Victorian house in town. Unusual architecture for this area.”
“And Tyler manages the ranch? I thought he was a veterinarian?”
she asked.
“Ty’s is a vet. He takes care of our animals and does rehabilitation
for some that won’t stay with us permanently. He also helps with the
birthing for a lot of the horse ranches up north. We have a ranch, but we’re not really ranchers. Tyler loves horses, so he breeds and trains them, but we don’t have cattle, and we only ever have four or five of our own horses at a time.”
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57
“Wow. It sounds like you stay busy. No wonder you guys are in
such great shape.”
Gage chuckled. “Yeah, well, Ty would be upset if I developed a
beer gut. He’s always threatening to cut me off if I get lazy on him.”
Sara smiled. She found it hard to believe that Tyler would ever
threaten Gage in any way. She was pretty sure that Gage was the one
whipping them both into shape.
A moment later, Gage declared the water to be warm enough, and
pulled her in with him. The spray still stung her swollen face and
scraped knees, but also felt fantastic, and it hurt less than it had
yesterday. Her muscles ached from the stress and the fantastic
workout that the men had put her through.
Gage lathered his big hands with soap, and then caressed her from
behind, gently washing her stomach and moving over her hips. Sara
relaxed and let him have control of her body. Closing her eyes, she
leaned back against his solid chest.
She was so relaxed that she jumped when the bathroom door
opened a few seconds later. Tyler poked his head into the shower and
smiled at them.
“I bought you some shampoo and conditioner yesterday and
forgot to give it to you before your shower. Gage and I both use stuff that I thought would be too hard on your hair.” He offered the bottles of Pantene up to her.
“You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble,” Sara protested.
“Shhh,” Gage interrupted her, taking the bottles from Tyler. “I
told you there are some things that you just can’t argue about. Tyler and I take care of our own.”
He pulled her back into his arms and began wetting her hair. Tyler
took one last long look, as if he was contemplating jumping into the
shower, clothes and all, before pushing the shower door closed.
* * * *
58
Samantha Blair
Sara was washed, dried, and dressed in a brand new pair of jeans
and tank top not fifteen minutes later. The clothes, just like those from the day before, fit perfectly.
“I took your size from the dress that you were wearing the first
night, but I had to guess at the size for the jeans,” Tyler confessed. “I hoped they would fit.”
“Thank you. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” Sara said.
“I had expected the top to fit a little tighter.” Tyler laughed,
pulling her into his arms and kissing the top of
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