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Oliver stops, looks down at his shirt. “I thought we were going out to Henderson’s homestead to get those cameras back up in his west hunting house.”
“What are you doing in my kitchen?” Seth’s voice booms, startling me so that I almost drop the spatula.
“I’m making breakfast.”
He pinches his lips together and stalks over to me, inspecting the eggs cooking in the pan. He takes the spatula from my hand and stirs it. “Needs salt.” He hands the spatula back and heads to the stairs. “I’m taking a fast shower.”
“How does he know it needs salt? He didn’t even taste it,” I tell Lucas as he comes to my side.
“Seth always thinks it needs salt. Don’t mind him.” Lucas smiles. “We appreciate the work you’ve been doing around here, but I don’t want you feeling like you have to. You’re not our maid.”
“I know.” I shrug. “But I can’t just sit around and do nothing.” Even if they are effectively keeping me prisoner, it wouldn’t be right to loaf around all day while they’re out working.
“Lucas, the Henderson’s homestead needs attention. We’ve put him off a week already because of”—Oliver’s eyes flash to me—“reasons.”
How cryptic. It’s been over a week since I woke up in this place with these men latching their overprotective hooks into me.
“One more day won’t hurt.” Lucas wraps his arm around my waist and squeezes. It’s a small gesture, but it warms me.
“She can always stay with me,” Alexander says with a stoic stare in my direction.
I frown. “I’m not staying in that crate again.”
His dark eyebrows shoot up. “You’ll stay where I put you.”
“Don’t goad him,” Lucas admonishes.
“Goad him,” I mutter, and go back to working on the eggs. What would happen if I goaded him? Would he drag me back to that crate and put me inside? Would he take out the little ball he’d shown me and ask me to fetch it for him?
I shift my stance as mental rant quickly turns from frustration into arousal.
“We got toast?” Dylan reaches around me to the bread box and pulls out a loaf. “I’ll get it going.”
“You know, I can help.” I turn to Lucas. “I can go with them and help.”
Lucas’ eyes roam over my face, like he’s trying to see if I’m up to something.
“Please. It’s been made abundantly clear that I’m not going anywhere yet, so let me help.” My cheeks heat at the smile I see creep up on Colt’s lips behind Lucas.
“What do you think, Oliver? Carter?” Lucas takes one of pans from the burner and scrapes the eggs into a large serving bowl.
“Fine with me.” Oliver brings a mug to the coffee pot, and pours. “So long as she behaves.”
“I’m good with it.” Carter’s smile kicks up to the side. “I’m sure she remembers Colt’s warning.”
“Shit.” I drop the pan when the heat of the metal touches my fingers. They’re determined to make my face ignite with all their little comments. It’s been days since Colt had me bent over his lap, but these men seem to enjoy my blushes.
“Careful.” Lucas grabs my wrist and inspects the little red spot. He brings my fingers to his mouth and gently sucks on the hurt finger.
My toes curl into my shoes.
His eyes meet mine as he runs his tongue over the barely there burn.
“You can go with them today. But you better behave.” His warning comes with a stern look before he lets go of my wrist. “Don’t get into any trouble.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, Daddy,” I tease, but he grabs hold of my waist again and pulls me into him. His warm breath kisses my cheek.
“Careful, little girl. Daddy doesn’t like attitude this early in the morning.” He presses his lips to my cheek then lets me go, bringing the eggs to the table.
