Moore, Gigi - Desiree's Lone Wolves [The Double R, Book 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Gigi Moore

sighed, feeling double-teamed as he raked a hand through his hair. He stared at Sam long and hard. “Tell me what happened at the house.”
    “I went by to drop the basket off, and while Desiree and I were talking in the kitchen, Remy came in from the dining room. It seems he’s one of her clients, and she’d invited him over to discuss his financials.”
    “That means he’s probably been in Colorado for a little while.”
    “And probably living in the area, no doubt,” Mama said.
    “What’s his angle?” Sam murmured almost to himself.
    Carson stared at him, seeing the worried, possessive look on his face. He knew exactly what was going through his brother’s mind, because the same thing was going through his. He wondered how close Remy and Desiree were, and if they weren’t, would the alpha drag her into their drama?
    After a while, Carson exchanged a grave look with his mother and Sam and finally nodded as they did. “We’re staying.”
     
    * * * *

    Remy finally left, and Desiree finally exhaled.
    She didn’t know what it was about the man, but he seemed to suck all the air out of the room with his powerful presence. She couldn’t relax around him, which was good, since she shouldn’t let down her guard with him. He was her client, and their relationship was a business one.
    Her relationship with Remy was unlike her relationship with the Quarry brothers. She still, however, hadn’t been able to put a name to what she shared with Carson and Sam. She did know that they, too, sucked all the air out of a room with their presence, but in a different way. With them, she couldn’t breathe because she was holding her breath waiting to see if or when they would make a move on her. She couldn’t breathe because she wanted them to make a move, and it scared her.
    Desiree needed something to do to get her mind off of the dinner and Sam’s arrival and abrupt departure. She wandered into the kitchen and joined Maria, offering to help the housekeeper with the cleanup after dinner. The older woman, however, tried to run her out, flailing her dish towel and assuring Desiree she could handle things.
    Desiree laughingly ducked and caught the towel on a downward swing, holding firmly.
    “You should use your time more wisely and handle your business, as you young folk say.”
    “And what business is that?
    “Finding out what is the matter with that young man of yours.”
    “Sam?”
    Maria nodded and Desiree sighed in frustration. What was this, a conspiracy with Maia and Maria heading the plotters? “He’s not my young man, Maria.”
    “Tell that to your nipples.”
    Desiree gasped and released the towel to fold her arms over the impertinent nipples in question. “Maria!”
    The housekeeper shrugged. “I just speak the truth, and I do not remember them making an appearance when that other man was here.”
    “You mean Remy?”
    “I do not like him. There is something…not nice about him.”
    Desiree was usually a good judge of character herself, and she did get a funny vibe from the man, but then she got the same vibe from a lot of businessmen she dealt with on a daily basis, especially the lawyers. The lot of them tended to be cold and calculating, some even cutthroat, but she accepted these as a necessary evil, a part of doing business. This acceptance should have been her first warning sign. Maybe her judgment was off. Maybe she was making allowances for the men with whom she worked. She tolerated their behavior because it was business. If she were dealing with these same men on a personal level, however, she knew she wouldn’t cut them the same slack, at least not anymore.
    Maybe that was what Maria meant regarding Remy. She was, after all, used to dealing with cowboys, a lot of men who didn’t come any more down-to-earth and sincere. Maybe it came from them dealing with animals and nature all day. They didn’t have to pretend, hide their feelings or their motives. They could just be themselves, whereas