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“It means three guys, but they’re together.” Teague grinned. “I thought everyone knew that.”
Three?
Butch gazed at his fellow ranch hands.
“Life around here is gonna be mighty interesting.”
The new guests had arrived and unpacked, and everyone was due up at the house at six-thirty. The others had already taken the guests there, and Butch was the last to leave. He was more than ready for Matt’s meatloaf, mac and cheese, meatballs and pasta, and a chunk or three of freshly made bread.
He swore he could smell it all the way from the house.
Toby stuck his head around the bunkhouse door, and Butch grinned. “You slummin’ it? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for supper?”
He laughed. “I’m here because of you.” In his hands he held a package covered in plain brown paper. “This came for you this afternoon. Special delivery.” He shook it. “Well, whatever it is, it doesn’t rattle.”
“And if it’s made of glass, you’ve just broken it,” Butch flung back at him. He held his hand out for the package, but Toby didn’t relinquish it. “Can I please havemydelivery?”
Toby turned it over. “You expecting something?”
“Nope. I haven’t ordered anything.” He glared at Toby. “Give. Me. The. Package.”
“There’s a return address label.” Toby squinted at it. He straightened, his face one huge shit-eating grin. “Erotique, huh?”
Butch frowned. “That store on Willson Avenue?”
“Oh, so you do know it, then?”
Butch rolled his eyes. “Dude,everyoneknows it. Little old ladies from churches all over Bozeman have been handing out leaflets warning people not to go in there, ’cause it’s a ‘den of iniquity’. And before you ask, no, I’ve never been in there, and no, I haven’t ordered anything from there either.”
Toby handed him the package with obvious reluctance.
When he didn’t move, Butch arched his eyebrows. “Dude. I amnotgonna open it with you standing there.”
“Fine. Spoilsport. See you up at the house.” Toby turned on his heel and walked out.
Butch waited for a moment just to make sure Toby really had gone, then ripped the wrapping paper off to reveal a cardboard box. He opened it and saw—
The sleek black toy that had caught his attention on Thursday. It was encased in plastic, and there was also a bottle of sex toy cleaner and a bottle of lube.
No card.
His phone buzzed, and Butch set the box down to look at the screen.
It was from Sol.
I know you’ve got it. Just received a text saying it was delivered a while ago. Thought you’d have messaged me by now.
Butch’s thumbs flew over the keyboard.
Toby only just brought it over. Why are you sending me this? It isn’t my birthday. And even if it was, this is one weird gift.
Sol: Thought that was obvious. So you don’t have to borrow the one from the barn. You seemed kinda partial to this one.
Butch: And just where do you expect me to use it? Remembering where I sleep—and how many others sleep there too?
Sol: I guess you’ll have to find a place where you can be private—and bare your ass.
Butch: You are evil. EVIL.
