ROMANCE: Party of Three: A Lustful Collection of Menage Romance (Menage Romance, Bisexual Romance, Stepbrother Romance)

ROMANCE: Party of Three: A Lustful Collection of Menage Romance (Menage Romance, Bisexual Romance, Stepbrother Romance) by Brittanee Farrow Read Free Book Online

Book: ROMANCE: Party of Three: A Lustful Collection of Menage Romance (Menage Romance, Bisexual Romance, Stepbrother Romance) by Brittanee Farrow Read Free Book Online
Authors: Brittanee Farrow
time off for my father’s death. Chip was adamant that not only was that the opposite of what he would want, but now more than ever a strong presence was needed to watch the cattle and avoid anyone stepping in or staking claims.
    “It was really more of an argument,” Miss Norris corrected. “There was some shoving, but it was shut down quickly.”
                  I had better speak with Jace to get his side of things, but Miss Norris then reminds me about a charity function Redbud Ranch attends every year. “I know it must be hard, having just lost your father, but it’s important someone represent the ranch.” She explains this particular program is for a failing animal shelter, the only one in the area with a no-kill policy.
    “On the off chance that you want to go, I did have a dress brought up. And I know anyone would be happy to escort you,” she smiles gently. “I’m afraid your father was the main contributor and without the Ranch’s support, the shelter will close.”
    “Of course I’ll go,” I nod. “But I had better take someone with me. I don’t know hardly anyone here anymore.”
    “If you need help, just ask. I happen to be a wizard with hair and makeup,” she winks.
                  Miss Norris is such a motherly figure, and the house is spotless. She was a strong yet tender old woman. A Texas Woman. Whatever the case, she should absolutely retain her role.
                  A few hours later, the executor, Mr. Thompson, arrives. He offers the cursory condolences then drives to the main points of the will and any plans for funeral services. He outlines a plan for the burial, which I agree to, and then focuses on the estate.
    “Redbud Ranch will, of course, go to you. Your father left full control of his other business holdings, which you may either dissolve or maintain. I’d suggest employing an accountant to manage the financial pieces. The Ranch itself is running well, so unless you have any changes to make, you would be in a strong position to leave the situation as-is.”
    “And if I want to sell?”
                  Thompson’s face registers shock, but only for a few moments before he recovers. Sweat begins to bead on his forehead, but as he pats it away with a handkerchief, he forms his answer.
    “You can, of course, sell, if that’s what you really want. I have all of the documents on current profit and projections for the next five years, so really it would be a loss in the big picture. Not to mention this is your family home.”
    “I know the history.” I curtly replied.
    “O-of course. I only meant that it may go beyond the monetary factor.”
    “Exactly. That is part of why I may wish to cut ties.”
    “Then I can also recommend a realtor.” With the stack of paperwork, he includes a list of names for other professionals and quickly takes his leave.
                  Stress is building between my shoulder blades, so I soak in the deep tub, indulging in a bath fizz that smells like green tea. I sit in the water, thinking about this morning with Chip, the vast inheritance that has been thrust upon me, and what I should do. Before I realize, the water has gone cold, so I shower quickly and remember the benefit tonight.
    I still need to ask someone to go with me.
                  The cowboys are back at their lodge, so I ask for Chip.
    “He actually left for the night,” Jace chimed in. “Anything I can help with?”
    “I have to attend the animal shelter benefit tonight, and am hoping someone will take pity and come with me?” I laugh.
    “I’ll be happy to. Tux okay?” he asks.
    “Sure. Seven o’clock okay? It takes a bit to get there.”
    “Absolutely,” he smiles. I study his face—cheekbones that any model would kill for, dark wavy hair, and green eyes. He stares back, and as I leave opens the door and places his other hand on the small of my back. “See you

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