Clayton joined them, having heard the last part of what she said, judging by the big smile on his face. “Central in my plans is getting you off your feet and into the tub for a nice long, lavender-scented soak, then flat on your back in our bed with us.”
Lydia smiled and said, “I can’t wait.”
“So what’s next on your agenda?” Chance asked as she turned so she was centered between them like the filling in a delicious cowboy sandwich. The gathering was made up entirely of people who knew all about the polyandrous marriages that proliferated amongst this group she’d been lucky enough to join.
Lydia didn’t hesitate when she smiled at her men and said, “Right now, I want to dance with both of my men. Later on…”
Her men drew close to her and Chance asked, “Later on…what?”
They each took a hand as the DJ switched tunes and the opening strains of Shania Twain’s “Forever and For Always” started to play.
“Later on, how about we recreate page two hundred seventy-three of The Rancher’s Lady again, only this time without the interruption.”
Chance kissed her hand and rubbed his jaw as if he were remembering Ace’s fist connecting with it and said, “I reckon we could arrange that.”
Seeing the love in both her men’s eyes made her heart swell as Clayton murmured, “Lydia sure does love page two hundred seventy-three.”
“I do. And I love being the rancher’s lady.”
THE END