Natalie Acres by Sex Retreat [Cowboy Sex 6] Page A

not’ only you have to flip that around to ‘I love her. I love her not.’ Then, throw in a lunatic with a killing agenda and we’re set to begin all over again.”
    “I love her.”
    “So you’ve said. I guess you’ll have to prove it to Trixie. I’m not the woman scorned.”
    “Then don’t act like it,” Mitch bit out.
    Brock sneered. “Don’t test me, Colony.”
    “What if she wants me back, Brock? Have you ever stopped to ask Trixie what she wants?”
    “Oh for God’s sake, quit arguing over me like I’m not even in the room!” Trixie screamed, jumping to her feet. “I’ve listened to you talk around me as if I don’t have a say in this. I’m sick of it.”
    “How would you like for us to handle this then, Trixie?” Rory asked.
    Her pretty blue eyes looked like melted ice. She stared at Mitch as if he were the only man worthy of her attention and that alone sent a hard stab into Brock’s gut.
    “You still love him?” Brock asked.
    Without missing a beat, she said, “I love Mitch as much as the day I let him go but I’m not willing to take him back until he proves he is here to stay.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Cash paced the floor of Colony’s lakefront home. He grew more and more agitated with every step.
    The sun would rise soon and Mitch would return. Cash came to an abrupt stop. His heartbeat slowed, barely keeping a turtle’s pace.
    Would Mitch return?
    Several chimes in the hallway announced the arrival of the five o’clock hour. Mitch had left right after he’d discovered Trixie was at the camp. He hadn’t bothered to make small talk. He hadn’t asked about his life or what had happened at the prison after his departure.
    He hadn’t inquired about anything at all.
    He’d possessed one clear focus, only one. He wanted to go to Trixie and see if he still had a chance with her.
    Some fucking friend.
    Cash paced again. This time, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and drew back his fist.
    “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” he screamed aloud as he propelled his arm behind him, but right before his fist connected with the glass, he caught himself.
    Trembling, he clutched his balled hand and backed away from the window. What was wrong with him? He had to pull himself together. He needed to find the inner strength to keep up this façade or else Colony would ask him to leave, and he could not do that.
    No. He refused to go before his time.
    An evil laugh resounded. Gripping the doorknobs on the French doors, he stepped outside and inhaled the fresh mountain air.
    “Freedom!” he yelled, the sinister chuckles returning.
    The Colony family had lived a glorious life. If this was the view they’d enjoyed during the summers, then they were fortunate indeed. For a split second, he considered how he, too, might own a piece of paradise.
    He could kill the men, bury their bodies, and take occupancy of the camp. Then he and Trixie could live there together. Perhaps they’d even start a family of their own. With Mitch and the other two out of the way, he had a feeling Trixie would come to depend upon him.
    He sat on a lounger, kicked his feet out in front of him, and crossed his ankles. “Yes, indeed. I could get used to this kind of living.”
    Several speedboats raced across the waters. The hard-hitting sounds of bows hammering against the wakes resounded.
    “What a beautiful melody,” he said, returning to the preliminary stages of his killing plan.
    Knock off Colony. Dispose of Colony’s buddies. Make the murders look like they were committed by Trixie and convince her that he’s the only man who can save her.
    He narrowed his gaze on a fishing boat easing its way into the cove. The pink and orange hues parted the dark sky as the sun slowly made its way into the morning. The lone fisherman stood and tossed his pole over his shoulder, the silver shimmering against the water as the line was cast and disappeared into the lake.
    Returning to his scheme, Cash realized there were a few flaws in his plan.