Love Slave for Two: Reunions [Love Slave for Two 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton Read Free Book Online Page B

acquiesced to them leaving a few hours later than he’d planned. They’d been at Peggy’s house a week, and while in some ways he didn’t want to leave, he knew the adventure before them was well worth it. Not to mention they would stop by on their return for yet another visit.
    They had their farewell hugs and said their final good-byes before climbing into the RV once more. Nevvie and Tyler secured the children as Tom climbed behind the steering wheel.
    “Thomas, are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Tyler asked.
    Nevvie shook her head. “Oh no you don’t, Evil Genius.” She pointed to the bedroom. “Get your tushy in there and get to work. That was the deal.”
    “But I really don’t mind.”
    “Son,” Andrew said, “I’ve seen her angry. I wouldn’t get her riled up.”
    With a sigh, he nodded. “All right.”
    Tyler walked to the back and closed himself in. He retrieved his laptop and started it. While he waited, he tried to make himself comfortable.
    Who am I kidding? He wanted to drive to escape the fact that he still had nothing in the idea department. He’d made a good show of working while at Peggy’s, but the truth was, he hadn’t come up with any good ideas and wrote less than a thousand fresh words. In fact, he’d lost words, because in the process of editing what he’d already written, he’d cut nearly five hundred words from the manuscript.
    Three days later, they were in Kansas City after a day-long stop in St. Louis to sightsee and give everyone a break. Adam had loved going up to the top of the Gateway Arch, but Tyler still felt somewhat isolated from his brood. They’d stopped for the night at an RV park just north of the city. Still an hour before dark and with dinner already eaten, Nevvie and Andrew took the kids to the playground while Tom lay down to go to bed early.
    Tyler sat at the table with his laptop and stared at the screen. The blinking cursor mocked him, waiting for him to toss something onto the screen.
    He closed his eyes. Please, please, please. I need an idea. Anything. He cast his imagination out for any golden nugget he could use. Unfortunately, his mind drifted. He looked at the table, were Adam had left several of the brochures from St. Louis.
    At least he was having fun. He’d never forget the wonder on his son’s face as he looked out the observation windows at the top of the arch. “Daddy,” he said. “The people look like ants!”
    Tyler froze, mind whirring. After a moment, he paged back through his manuscript, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
    “Ants. Of course! He thinks of people as nothing more than ants!” His fingers raced across the keyboard. Jubilant, he had to fight to stifle his giggle. It wasn’t a lot, but it was a start in the right direction.
    By the time everyone else had returned, he’d pecked out nearly a thousand words. Instead of going to bed, once the kids were settled and Andrew had the sleeper sofa set up, Tyler took his laptop up front and spread out in the passenger seat.
    It was midnight when he looked up from his screen and realized he’d written over four thousand words.
    With a yawn, he shut the computer down and silently made his way to bed.
    I should have had faith.
     
    * * * *
     
    Tyler’s joy over the breakthrough was short-lived. The next evening, they were nearing Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where they would make the westward turn toward Rapid City. There, they would spend several days sightseeing and resting up. Mount Rushmore was at the top of the list. Adam had looked it up on the Internet and was eager to see the large monument up close.
    Unfortunately, Tyler’s creative burst had fizzled out.

Chapter Five
     
    It was well past midnight when they pulled into the small town of Mitchell, South Dakota. They found an empty parking lot, cranked the generator, and went to sleep. The next morning, they found a gas station, grocery store, and got information on the area from the tourist welcome