Stormy Satisfaction (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11)

Mitchell nodded. “She starts the morning at six and doesn’t stop until ten at night—if we’re lucky.”

“But that’s going to change,” Jason said. “With you two and Ashley carrying the bulk of the load at her practice and us keeping her in line at home, this pregnancy will go just fine.”

Hearing the love and concern in the three Wolfe brothers’ voices, Sylas was beginning to believe that men really could share one woman and make it work. They clearly had. But they were brothers. He and Nic had been as close as brothers at one time, but no more. How was he going to get Nic to even consider this lifestyle? Hell, he still loved the guy despite what a jerk he was being.

Lucas gave him and Nic each a set of keys. “Looks like you’ll be needing these. I’ll have the utilities turned on for you so it’ll be ready when you get back from Chicago.”

Nic was quiet, especially for him. He had a confused look on his face. What was he thinking?

“Do you guys have any other questions?” Lucas asked.

“Yes, I do,” Sylas said. “We haven’t talked about what the rent is going to be yet.”

“We have strict instructions from our wife that you will not be paying any rent.”

Mitchell nodded. “She said the value of you two being here is worth a lot more t

han any rent we could charge you. And we agree.”

Jason added, “Besides, the house is paid for, and we would rather it didn’t remain empty. Actually, you two are doing us a big favor by moving in.”

Nic laughed. It was good to see his friend warming up. He seemed more like his old self. “I really like the Destiny Hard Sell, but—”

“There’s no buts, Nic,” Lucas said. “You don’t want us to get in trouble, do you? Have you ever seen that woman mad?”

“Not yet. Hopefully not ever.”

Sylas looked at his watch. “Guys, I hate to cut this short, but I need to get my rental car. I have an appointment with some people I met at the diner.”

Nic turned to him with narrow eyes but didn’t press him for more information.

“Okay, Sylas,” Lucas said. “I’ll take you and Nic back. Mitchell, you mind locking up?”

“No problem.”

They said their good-byes and left.

* * * *

Ashley finished proofreading Phoebe’s last brief on the suit against Jennifer Steele concerning her ranch.

Phoebe was still on the line with one of Walter Steele’s attorneys, who worked at a huge law firm in Florida.

The case looked bad for Jennifer, but she had no doubt that Phoebe would find the answer. Jennifer’s late husband’s eldest brother, Walter, who disappeared thirty years ago and had been declared dead, suddenly had resurfaced. Walter’s claim was total ownership of Steele Ranch based on his and Bill’s parents’ will. It was a solid claim, despite Jennifer’s marriage to Bill.

Anna walked into the office. “Hey, Ashley. We still on for that run at four?”

“Yes. I need to work out some tension anyway.” Her desk phone rang. “Excuse me, Anna. Wolfe Law Firm, this is Ms. Vaughn. How may I help you?”

“This is Gil Bachman of Neuberger, Bachman, and Minker, Ms. Vaughn. I need to speak with Ms. Wolfe. This is extremely urgent.”

Crap. Another attorney of Walter Steele’s, and this time a partner of the firm. Phoebe’s line was still green, but the man had said it was urgent. “One moment please, Mr. Bachman.” She stood and looked at Anna. “Sorry, I don’t have time to talk, but I’ll meet you at the Red Dragon statue at four.”

“Mind if I take a bottle of water?”

“Sure. They’re in the break room. Make yourself at home.” She rushed to Phoebe’s office.

“My client will not agree to that settlement.” Phoebe looked up from her call. “Hold on. What is it, Ash?”