their easy way telling her she had nothing to fear. “How many hands do you have?”
“I wouldn’t call them ranch hands exactly. Everyone on the ranch is a partner, sharing in the work and the money.”
Sara stopped the truck in front of a sign reading Matheson Ranch and nodded to Jimmy. He hopped out, opened the gate for the truck to get through, then closed the gate and snapped the lock closed. He was back in the truck in a few minutes.
A gravel road led to the big, two-story home. Windows sparkled in the sunlight, and colorful flowers sprouted from boxes positioned under every window. Another pickup and a sports car rested on the gravel parking lot next to the home.
“Here we are. Home, sweet home.” Sara waved as one after another, men burst through the front door and onto the wraparound porch. She twisted, her arm slung over the steering wheel. “Are you ready to meet the others?”
* * * *
The urge to keep Mandy in the pickup, to keep her all to himself, flooded Jimmy, throwing him a curve. She was his mate. But he respected the law of the pack, the rule that the entire pack would have to approve of his future mate and initiate her into their lives.
He inhaled, drawing in her scent mixed with the spicy fragrance of her perfume. Her aroma reminded him of a field of flowers made erotic by the underlying pheromones wafting off her. How he’d managed to keep from taking her, he’d never know. From the first moment, she’d driven him crazy and he’d had no option but to stay near her.
She edged forward to take in the men waiting for her. Although he could sense her fear, he could also sense her curiosity.
The dreams, the sex of the previous nights made his cock twitch in anticipation. He’d shared her with the others and he’d share her again now that she was here. But once the initiation was over, he’d claim her as his and his alone.
“Are you coming?”
He jerked out of his reverie to find her searching him, the green of her eyes deepening. “Yeah. Sure.”
She smiled, then slid out of the truck on the driver’s side. Shoving the door open, he leapt out, snatched her suitcase out of the back, and fell into step beside Sara and Mandy.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
He took her hand, a gesture that the others didn’t miss. “I wouldn’t bring you here if it wasn’t okay.” Tossing the suitcase to Ranlon, he added, “Don’t let these animals fool you. Their barks are worse than their bites.” Not the truth, but she wasn’t ready for the truth yet.
“Hi.” Michael stepped forward, the first to greet her. “I’m Michael Matheson. Welcome.”
“I’m Mandy Garland.”
Although they tried, the men couldn’t hide their surprise. Jimmy hurried them on, wanting to make things go smoothly for Mandy. “Yeah. Glen Garland’s daughter. Now that we’ve got that over, let’s move on.”
“Sure, Jimmy.” Ranlon opened the front door and placed the suitcase inside. “I’m Ranlon Skylark. I guess you’re going to be staying with us? Like one of the pack?”
Jimmy shot Ranlon a hard look.
“She is.” Sara rested her hands on her hips. “How about we get the introductions out of the way so Mandy and I can get to know each other?”
“Good idea.” One by one, Jimmy introduced the men, not letting Mandy talk to any one for longer than a minute. At last, he placed his hand on the small of her back and ushered her inside.
Jimmy watched Mandy as she took in his home. Unlike before Sara joined the pack, the large great room was spotless. Light-blue curtains covered each window and big overstuffed furniture tempted visitors to get comfortable. Looking at the house from her point of view gave him a new perspective of his home. Pride welled inside him as he grabbed her bag and started up the stairs. “Follow me, Mandy.”
“Hold on, Jimmy. You can take her bag up to the guest room while Mandy and I get acquainted.” Sara looped her arm around the young girl’s. “I bet