Page 29 of Double Mountain Men

Then, I open the door to my mansion and the curvy girl stands before us. She’s gorgeous, of course, with her blonde hair lying in waves over her shoulders, and wearing a sundress that highlights that big bust, narrow waist, and wide hips. Her long legs end in cute sandals, and she looks at us a bit nervously.

“Hi,” Misty says. “Am I early?”

I shake my head.

“No, you’re right on time, sweetheart. Welcome tomi casa.”

She steps inside and gasps because I live in a ten thousand square foot mansion on the edge of Minneapolis. We’re in a double-height foyer that leads to a triple-height living room decked out with a giant chandelier, priceless artwork on the walls, as well as luxe furniture in soothing shades of grey.

“Hey Misty,” Cross greets in a low voice, his blue eyes taking in every inch of our delectable girl. “How are you?”

“Good,” she murmurs with a sweet smile. “But this place is amazing, Barrett. It’s quite the set-up.”

I chuckle.

“Yeah, it was big when my sons were still at home, but now they’re gone, and I’m rattling around like bones in an empty shoebox. It’s ridiculous. I should downsize.”

“No, don’t!” Misty breathes, her eyes still wide as she takes in the view of the massive lawn and pool outside. “It’s beautiful.”

I grin.

“Thanks, honey. Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?”

She shakes her head before lowering herself to a couch and sitting primly with her knees crossed. Damn, this woman is beautiful. The vee of her dress highlights that generous bust, and I’d do anything to push the fabric aside before latching on to one of her pink teats.

But first, we have to talk. Misty clears her throat, blushing a little.

“So thanks for meeting me,” she murmurs.

“It’s no problem,” Cross drawls, his big form relaxed on a couch facing her. “Is everything okay?”

She swallows, her slender throat rippling with the movement.

“Oh yes, the baby’s fine. It’s just that ... well, I wanted to apologize,” she says quickly. “I judged you without really knowing you.”

I shoot her a surprised look.

“How so?”

She swallows again, looking a bit uncomfortable.

“I guess I assumed a lot of things about you.”

“Such as?” I growl.

Misty flushes beautifully.

“Well, that you use women, and that you’re ruthless and uncaring—”

“You wouldn’t be wrong, sweetheart,” Cross rasps. “We are all of those things and worse.”

Misty blushes again.

“I know. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I didn’t think change was possible. When you told me that I was the one who got away, I immediately wrote it off as bullshit. It was self-protective, but I also realize that I might have been wrong.”

I frown a bit, crossing my arms over my broad chest.

“And what made you change your mind?”

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