The Perfect Plan [The Men of Treasure Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rebecca Joyce Read Free Book Online Page A

he was going to make sure she stayed that way.
    When they were all seated, he said, “Okay, Lilly. What are we missing?”
    “I guess I should begin with my name. It’s Lillian Margaret Campbell. I was born in Silver Springs, Montana. I am the daughter of—”
    “Oh, fuck me!” Orin shouted, getting to his feet. Jacks watched as his brother was now nervously running his hands through his hair. His pacing was hurried as he looked wildly around the room for inspiration.
    “What? What did I miss?” Davis asked, confused.
    “Yea, please enlighten me. Why are you antsy?” Jacks asked, watching Orin lock the front door and begin to lower the blinds and close the curtains. “Don’t you realize who she is?” He rounded on them, shocked.
    “Lilly’s our wife. That’s all I care about,” Jacks said and grinned at the woman who was now cowering deep into the couch.
    “Jacks! She is Lillian Campbell,” Orin stated as if that was enough.
    “Son of a bitch!” Davis cursed getting to his feet and looking at her.
    “So, and I am Kenneth Jackson McDaniel. What the fuck is wrong with you? You look scared or something.” Jacks said, getting annoyed.
    “You should be, too! We have to hide her. She can’t leave the house until we figure out how to fix this,” Orin said, quickly spouting off orders.
    “Orin, I can’t stay here. It will only lead them back here,” Lilly replied as if she was on the same page.
    Jacks looked at Davis, and he knew his brother was on the same page as Orin. What did they know that he didn’t?
    “Hold up one minute. Why can’t Lilly leave? And what the fuck is wrong with you?” Jacks demanded angrily, looking at Davis.
    “Dude, you seriously don’t know?” Davis asked, shocked.
    “Know what!” Jacks shouted.
    Pointing at Lilly as if she was on display, Orin stated, “That woman—the one we married last night, fucked, and possibly got pregnant—is none other than Lillian Campbell, the only daughter of James and Iris Campbell, the richest cattle baron in Montana!”
    Davis McDaniel just stared at the woman cowering before him on his sofa. For the first time in his life, he wished there was something more comfortable to offer a guest than the old worn leather sofa she now sat on. He never really considered his home or its belongings inferior, but having none other than Lillian Campbell in his home, well, he just wished it was better decorated.
    Growing up the second oldest, Davis was used to hand-me-downs. He could really care less. They were already broken in and quite comfortable. He never complained when his mother placed a pile of Orin’s clothes on his bed, mended and ready for him to wear. He never complained when his fathers passed on Orin’s old worn-out bike so he could have one for himself. Nor did he complain when Orin outgrew his bed and it found its way into his room. He was used it and accepted it.
    Of course, he would only admit to himself when he was alone, that just once he wouldn’t mind something that was solely his, but he knew wishing for anything like that was fruitless, because growing up in his family, he was destined to share everything, including the woman before him.
    He was okay with that, but he was not okay with what he had to offer her. What could he give the woman? Secondhand furniture, hand-me-down dishes, or a generational ring that sat upon her finger? Nothing he could give her would ever be new, fresh, or unused. Hell, he couldn’t even give her his virginity, because he wasted that on Carrie Ann Monahan in the eleventh grade! Nope, Davis McDaniel was nothing more than a second-rate cowboy with hand-me-down clothes, a family home that had been in his family for generations, and two brothers he was destined to share everything with.
    “Davis?” she whispered softly, getting his attention.
    “Yeah?”
    “Are you okay?” she asked.
    “Yep, just peachy. Can I get you something to drink? Are you hungry? Here come over here and sit. This chair