Monroe, Marla - The Hired Hands' Dilemma [The Men of Space Station One #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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Authors: Marla Monroe
jumped down and sat by the fireplace watching me. When I started to get off the couch, it took a step toward me. I didn’t know what to do, so I threw my shoe at it and ran up here and slammed the door shut. How did it get inside?” Ashley was shaking by the time she finished.
    “Take off your clothes, Ashley,” Keeton said, standing up.
    “What?” She looked over at Boyd with confusion all over her face.
    “Keeton?” Boyd asked.
    “Take off your clothes. I want to be sure it didn’t break the skin. We don’t know anything about this thing. It doesn’t sound like anything in our pamphlets.” Keeton was worried.
    Ashley scrambled out of her jeans and stood up in front of Keeton and Boyd. Fear left no room for modesty, evidently.
    “Which leg was he trying to bite?” Keeton asked.
    “This one.” She indicated her left leg.
    Keeton got down on his knees and searched her leg for any sign of a break. What he found worried him, though.
    “Boyd, what do you see?” he asked.
    Boyd squatted and looked over her leg. He turned worried eyes to Keeton.
    “Baby, get up on the bed for us so we can see better. The light isn’t very good with you standing up.”
    “He didn’t break the skin. I mean, there wasn’t any blood.” Ashley sounded on the verge of tears. She had held up so far.
    On the side of her lower leg there were tiny raised bumps with a slightly yellow tint to them. It looked almost like a bubbly burn, like a much smaller version of what was on Danny’s shoulder. Fuck . Keeton needed to know where that animal was and what it looked like.
    “I think we’ll clean you up with peroxide just to be safe, Ashley. Lie there and I’ll be right back.” Boyd walked to the bathroom.
    “You don’t have any idea where it came from or where it went after you got up here?”
    “No. I was asleep, Keeton. I’m sorry.” Tears began to roll from her eyes.
    “Shh, it’s okay, baby. We’ll find it and get rid of it.”
    Boyd returned with a towel and the hydrogen peroxide. He laid the towel under her leg and then poured the peroxide over the bumps. They bubbled like something was on them then settled down. He did it again until there was no more bubbling.
    “Let me see your fingers where he touched you,” Boyd said.
    Ashley thrust out her hand. Keeton and Boyd looked over her fingers and hand but saw nothing to indicate it had done any damage. It was all centered around the area on her lower leg.
    Boyd took everything away and walked back in the bedroom with a serious expression on his face. Keeton knew they had a problem. Something had gotten in the house and they didn’t know how.
    “Baby, I want you to stay up here with the door closed until we get back. We’re going to look around the house to see how it might have gotten inside. Okay?” Keeton held her head between his hands and looked into her eyes. He needed her to be calm.
    “I understand. I won’t move.”
    “Good girl. We’ll be back in a few minutes.”
    He and Boyd walked outside the bedroom and closed the door behind them. They looked at each other but Keeton shook his head. He didn’t want to talk about it this close to Ashley. She was going to freak out if she realized she had those bumps.
    Once they were downstairs, they searched every room in every corner trying to find the thing. They turned over the couch and looked up in the springs, but found nothing in the house. They walked outside and began searching around the house for any sign of a breach in the foundation or the walls.
    When they reached the cellar doors, Keeton noticed that they were unlocked. He went to raise one side and found it was ajar.
    “Boyd! Come here.”
    Boyd came running around the side of the house. “Look. The cellar is unlocked, and it was ajar when I reached to open it. What do you want to bet that’s how the little bastard got in?”
    “I’m going to get the guns. We might need to shoot it. Plus, we don’t know how many are down there. There might be

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