Page 51 of My Cowboy Trouble
"We all think that," Trent corrects. "The question is, what do you think?"
I look at them—really look at them. Gavin with hiseasy confidence and quick grin. Asher with his calculated charm and clever hands. Trent with his intensity and unexpected tenderness. Three completely different men who somehow work together perfectly. Especially when they're working together on me.
"I think I'm in trouble," I admit.
"The best kind of trouble," Gavin agrees.
"The kind that leaves marks," Asher adds, his eyes on my neck.
"The kind that's worth it," Trent finishes.
"You guys rehearse this stuff?"
"Natural chemistry," Gavin says. "Speaking of chemistry?—"
"Goodnight," I say firmly, opening my door.
"Sweet dreams, princess," Gavin calls.
"Don't let the bedbugs bite," Asher adds. "That's our job."
Trent doesn't say anything, just watches me with those intense eyes that see too much.
I close the door and lean against it, my heart racing and my body aching for things I shouldn't want.
Through the door, I hear them talking in low voices.
"She'll cave," Gavin says confidently.
"Tomorrow," Asher agrees.
"Tonight," Trent corrects, and there's something in his voice that makes me shiver.
Their footsteps disperse to their respective rooms, and I'm left alone with my racing thoughts and a bodythat's basically screaming at me to open that door and invite them all in.
Twenty-two days.
That's either not enough time or way too much. I can’t decide.
I climb into bed, very aware of how empty it feels, and try not to think about how easy it would be to change that. Three doors, three men, infinite possibilities.
I'm so screwed.
And the worst part? I want to be. Repeatedly. By all of them.
God help me.
I jump back out of bed to go turn the lock on my door.
8
GAVIN
The storm dida real number on us last night. And I'm not just talking about the barn roof, though that's fucked too. I'm talking about Kenzie locking her bedroom door.
She didn't want us there. Yet.
But this morning, watching her come downstairs in those blue jeans she wears and another tank top that's already clinging in the humidity, I'm thinking today might be the day she changes her mind.
