A Wanton Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs 1)

“You’re not staying?” Celia asked.

“No, ma’am,” he replied, offering her a smile. “It’s best that newlyweds have time on their own. Don’t concern yourself with me. I won’t be cold tonight.”

He would spend the night in his mistress’s bed, no doubt, and would be quite warm.

It was too dark to see if Celia blushed with embarrassment, but I had to imagine her thoughts. Of course we would fuck her tonight. Hell, we’d fuck her every night… and morning.

“You must be chilled through. Head on inside and warm up,” he told Celia.

She glanced at Luke, who nodded.

“Thank you,” she replied. All three of us watched her go inside.

“I’ll settle your horses for you, then be on my way.”

“You’ve been generous enough. I’ve got them,” Luke said, grabbing the reins and walking around the side of the house to the barn.

Lane slapped me on the back, knocking snow off my coat.

“She’s lovely, Walker.”

Only a few years older than both Luke and I, Lane was still in his prime and focused on his profession instead of a bride. The mine brought money, but it didn’t put a woman in his bed or children in the nursery. So far, Lane hadn’t minded.

I looked at the closed front door. “Sure is. We are… lucky.”

“If that’s the bride you get from mail order, maybe I should send in a letter.”

Maybe he was more inclined to finding a woman than I thought. We’d been to the brothel in Jasper with him before and knew he had some unconventional needs. When we told him about our marriage, how we’d share a bride together, he hadn’t flinched, perhaps been a little intrigued. He’d poured us some whiskey to toast our new bride and was almost as eager to meet her as we’d been.

I grinned then. “Perhaps you should. Thanks for the house tonight.”

“I’ll come back after breakfast tomorrow. Lil will keep me occupied until then.” He winked.

“I hate to think I kicked you out of your own house,” I said.

With one hand raised, he continued. “Please. I don’t want to be the only one not having a woman warm my bed. Besides, you don’t need me about if you only married yesterday.”

“Probably for the best,” I replied. “She’s got some trouble following her, and I mean to get the story behind it from her.”

“You mean from her behind,” Lane countered.

I shrugged, some snow falling off my coat. “If that’s what it takes to learn about the bastard who was eyeing her in Denver. She knows him, but isn’t telling us. I’ll spank her ass if need be. We’re in charge of her safety now. I won’t have her harmed.”

“I thought you weren’t too keen on this marriage.”

I’d told him that on our way down to Denver last week. So much had changed in just a few days. So much had changed since Luke called me out on my stupidity. “That’s true. I wasn’t. But now, now I’m all in.”

Lane’s eyes widened. “Whoa,” he said. “Fell hard, did you?”

I shook my head, laughed. “Hard. I’d heard of instant attraction, but this… hell, if it can happen to me, it can happen to you, so be careful.”

Lane chuckled, definitely at my expense, and held up his hands. “I have been duly warned. It’s good to see you invested in this, Walker.”

“Ruth’s been gone awhile now,” I said, my smile slipping. I felt lighter saying it aloud, to let my guilt of our failed marriage go. “It’s finally time to move on.”

Lane slapped me on the shoulder. “Good for you. If you need help with tracking down the trouble, let me know.”

“Will do, and much obliged.” I tipped my hat and Lane walked off toward town and his mistress.