Love Under Two Cowboys by Cara Covington Read Free Book Online

was still dealing with. He had no idea—not for sure—what it could be. He had his suspicions, and those suspicions twisted his guts.
    He knew Brian thought and felt the same thing.
    “You don’t need to be gettin’ all riled up, darlin’. I can see you’re mad at us. Please don’t be. We are on your side. We love you.”
    Carrie just shook her head. “I’m not mad. Well, not really. I’m mostly just confused.”
    “You feel something for us.” Please, God . Chase didn’t know if they’d just made a huge blunder with her, not following where their hormones wanted to so merrily lead them.
    Stopping had just felt right to him, and judging by the way Brian had supported him, he wasn’t alone in that.
    Carrie sighed. Then, thank you, Lord , she relaxed again in his arms and snuggled back down. Up until the last couple of days, it had been as if she’d been sporting a flashing neon sign above her head that proclaimed, “Don’t touch.” That had changed, but he and Brian both figured there was a damn good reason she’d spent so much time and energy protecting herself.
    “Yes, I feel something for you. I feel something for you both, but I can’t say right this minute with complete certainty that it’s love.”
    “Fair enough, darlin’.”
    “I just don’t know what comes next.”
    Chase could get awfully used to having Carrie snuggled in his lap. He made a plan right there and then to see to it they spent some part of every single day just like this.
    “What comes next is we court you. We get to hold you and kiss you while you get to know us and we get to know you.”
    “And, darlin’, if you could find it in your heart to help us with this seriously ugly house, we’d be grateful.”
    Carrie laughed out loud. She moved to sit up, and Chase helped her. She looked around the room. “It is ugly. Does the rest of the house look like this?”
    “Yeah, pretty much,” Chase said. “Apparently the Benedicts who decided to come out of town and ‘work the land’ in the 1930s had no intention of really doing so. The place has been rented out a couple of times since then, most recently by a retired history teacher from Abilene. She finally moved a year or so ago to an assisted living facility close to her great-nieces and nephews, in Waco.”
    “Jake said she loved the decor,” Brian said. “Apparently she told him it felt as if she was living in a museum.” He laughed. “Jake said the few times he came out to visit her, or to bring contractors out to do repairs, she’d greet him at the door wearing costumes from the twenties and thirties.”
    Carrie just shook her head. “And of course, no one in town would think anything of that woman living out here dressed in dated garb, because she was happy.”
    “She was sane, and paid the rent on time. How she wanted to live her life was her business, wasn’t it?” Chase ran his hand through her short black hair. He’d wanted to get his fingers in it ever since he’d met her. At first look, he’d thought she was some sort of Goth girl. The first time he’d laid eyes on her, she’d worn her hair in a spiky kind of do, sported red, red lipstick, and had a rainbow of stud earrings in her left ear. Her right ear only had two studs, and he’d wondered at the time if the look was a fashion statement, or if she’d run out of money before getting the right ear done to match the left. And still, with that first sight, Goth girl or no, he’d wanted her.
    “I have the feeling that’s the motto of Lusty, right there,” Carrie said.
    “Have you visited the museum yet, darlin’?” Brian was still massaging her feet and Chase could tell that was something their woman really enjoyed.
    Carrie lay back on Chase and groaned, likely in response to the foot rub. “You’re the second person to ask me that in recent days. I haven’t been there yet. I have the feeling I should make time to visit it soon.”
    “We want to take you there.” Chase kissed the top of