Diamonds and Spurs [The Callens 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe

nose. “I happen to have connections with your boss.” He winked.
    If they slept in the same tent, it could be quite fun. “Cool.”
    Cam waved her suitcase. “I’m putting these in my room. You can share my shower.” He raised his brows almost as if he expected her to object.
    If she wanted to get clean, she might have to shower when both men were at work. “Fine.”
    As soon as she settled in, Vince headed to the kitchen. “You hungry?”
    She hadn’t eaten since before the incident. “Starving.”
    He pulled out cold cuts, bread, and condiments. “It’s a make it yourself lunch.”
    “That’s the best kind.”
    She sat on the stool, chose the rye bread, ham, and cheese, and built her sandwich. “Isn’t Cam eating?”
    “We have no set hours. When he gets hungry, he’ll fix something.”
    Vince’s cell chimed. He read the display. “What do you know? That was Sam. I won the bull riding competition.”
    His grin lit up his face. “Congrats.”
    “Thanks.”
    “How did you get to be a great bull rider? I thought you weren’t into ranching.”
    He sat next to her at the island. “I like finance more. Growing up, we lived on the same twenty-five thousand acre ranch as my aunt and uncle, and I got plenty of practice riding, roping, and shooting. I value those days, but my body likes the computer better.”
    Her shoulders sagged. “Were your parents at the party? I would have liked to have met them.”
    He shook his head. “Mom and Dad are touring Europe for the month. When they return, I promise I’ll introduce you.”
    “Thanks. So what exactly do you do for a living?”
    She needed to see how much Vince was like Craig. At first she thought the slick Cam would be like him, but that turned out far from the truth.
    “I got my degree in finance from the University of Wyoming. I had a knack for investing, so I worked a few years as a broker in Cheyenne. My father suggested I invest his money. I put it in the market but soon realized it wouldn’t give my dad the long-term stability he needed. Then a pastor approached me and asked if I’d be willing to act as a mortgage broker and lend him money. I agreed and found the consistent rate of return I’d been looking for. Word got out and I began lending money to more churches around the state. Now that’s all I do.”
    “I never heard of anything like that.”
    “Me neither, but I made enough that both my uncles invest with me.”
    “Does anyone else invest with you?”
    Vince wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her stool closer. “Don’t worry. I’m not running a Ponzi scheme.”
    She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Good to know.”
    “Now eat.”
    Once they finished, Vince kissed her cheek. “Gotta do some work in town. Cam will stay here with you.”
    She hated to be a bother, but having one of the men with her at least until tomorrow helped keep her from freaking out. “Okay.”
    As soon as Vince left she went into the living room and flipped on the television. After searching through the channels, nothing appealed to her. She muted the sound and leaned her head back on the sofa. She wanted to recreate the few minutes at the Callen party. Something might have caught her eye that she hadn’t realized at the time was important. While a ton of people were in attendance, she would have noticed Craig. The possibility he’d located her was slim, but her ex-husband was a resourceful man. Money bought a lot of information.
    For the right amount, he could have hired someone to shoot her. Or had he meant to just scare her into returning? A silencer implied a professional. A professional wouldn’t have missed, though. Then there was Sharon. She’d shown up, but women in general didn’t use a gun to harm someone, or so she’d read. Poison was often the MO. However, Sharon, too, could have hired someone.
    “Crap.”
    Footsteps sounded. “You say something, angel?”
    “That was me being frustrated.”
    Cam