Chapter Nineteen
Brock and Mitch barreled through the door. They were ready to fight, prepared to defend the woman they loved.
Rory held her head against his chest. “She said that friend of yours was out there watching us fuck.”
“What?” Mitch looked surprised. “Are you sure?”
Trixie shook. She wrapped her arms tighter around Rory’s waist and nodded. “Positive. It was him.”
“I’ll kill the little motherfucker.” Brock stormed outside and stood on the porch, searching the trees for any sign of movement. When he didn’t see anything, he marched inside the cabin once more. “Trixie, get dressed.”
Rory quickly reassembled his clothes. “I’m coming with you.”
“The hell you are. Someone needs to stay with Trixie,” Mitch said.
“Then you stay,” Rory bit out.
“He’s right. He’s your good pal from the joint. The last thing you want to do is sever ties with your BFF.” Brock cupped her cheek then placed a kiss on her forehead before turning to Mitch. “I’m not letting this slide, Mitch.”
“He was probably just passing by,” Mitch said. “A man will look when sex is displayed in the window.”
“He was feeling himself off!” Trixie yelled, grabbing her pajama pants.
A deep and guttural sound fell from Mitch’s lips when she leaned over and picked up her PJs. “Damn. I’d forgotten what a good-lookin’ ass you have.”
Brock snarled. “Now? Really? You’re coming on to her now?”
She blushed then and her nipples formed little gems. The hard buds were prepped for more attention, a little more action.
Brock said, “This isn’t over, by the way. You weren’t supposed to run to Rory to finish what I started.”
“If I’m in your debt, you have my gratitude,” Rory teased, buckling his belt. “Let’s go.”
“Trixie, are you sure Cash wasn’t just strolling by?”
“Hardly, Mitch.” She glared at him. “He had his hand down the front of his slacks, trying to jack off while watching us fuck!”
“Perhaps he happened by about the time—”
“Stop making excuses for him,” Brock bit out. “The guy is a freak.”
“He really isn’t.” Mitch defended him. “He was one of the best guys I met while I was inside.”
“That’s not saying a lot now is it?” Brock asked before tilting Trixie’s chin to his. “I meant what I said earlier.”
“Do I get a vote in this?” Trixie asked, her gaze bouncing to Rory.
“We’ll talk about it later,” Brock promised, leaving her with a peck upon her lips.
Brock and Rory started up the path leading to the hill. Mitch walked out to the porch. “What do you plan to say to him when you find him?”
Brock stopped in his tracks. “Where’s he staying, Mitch?”
Trixie joined him on the porch then. “Brock, maybe I overreacted.”
“Stay out of this, Trixie.” Brock glared at Mitch. “Where is he?”
Mitch took a deep breath. “If he isn’t at the lake house, he’s at the loft.”
“Where Pratchert lived when he worked here?” Brock asked.
“Yeah,” Mitch replied.
“Fabulous,” Brock grumbled, marching away with Rory at his side. “If that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is.”
“Brock, we can’t judge him by a previous experience with the stable guy.”
“I want to know why he’s here. I can’t understand why Mitch would offer him room and board if he doesn’t have any work for him.”
“Maybe he’s planning on reopening the camp,” Rory suggested. “He could probably use the extra help. Claude may not return to work. Bertie can’t manage the property on her own.”
“Maybe not, but we can find someone else to help Mitch out.”
“He’s a big boy, Brock. He can find and hire his own employees.”
Brock stopped. “Hiring reputable people to fill the positions here hasn’t been Mitch’s strong suit.”
“True, but do you really think Mitch would place Trixie in danger right now?”
“Not intentionally,” Brock replied. “But let’s face it. Mitch has always cut corners.”
“I don’t agree,” Rory said. “Where Jordie Anne was concerned he didn’t take the easy way, Brock. You and I both need to come to terms with his decisions. In the end, he was a stand-up guy.”
Brock shook his head and started walking again. “Of course he was. He wanted to save his own hide.” A stride later, he muttered, “How very commendable of him.”