No Ordinary Sin [Sin Hospital 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “That’s for sure,” said Miranda. She rose. “I’ll bring the pitcher out. You all could use some more—”

  Bo followed her gaze toward the end of the stairs leading to the backyard, and toppled his glass of tea as he sprang from his chair. Mark and Rhea stood there, just as if they’d been invited over for supper. “What the hell do you two want?”

  “We want to talk to you and Miranda,” said Mark.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Should I leave?” asked Travis.

  “Hell no,” said Miranda. She hoped Mark and Rhea couldn’t hear the tremor in her voice. “Come on up. Have a seat. I was just about to get some more sweet tea. You all want some?”

  They stared at her like she’d asked them if they wanted poison.

  Davis squeezed her shoulder as he moved past her. “Sit down, baby. I’ll get it.”

  She nodded, and then she took her seat again. Mark and Rhea finally ascended the stairs and took seats, but neither one looked comfortable.

  Miranda eyed them both, trying to remember what she’d found attractive about Mark. “We heard what happened at the trial.”

  Travis cleared his throat. “I’ll be right back.” He went inside, and Miranda let him go. She understood why he’d feel uncomfortable right now. He had no dog in this hunt.

  Davis came outside and wiped up the spilled tea with paper towels, and then poured everyone a fresh glass. He placed two glasses in front of Mark and Rhea, but they didn’t pick them up. When he took his seat again, he glared at them. “So, what do you two have to say?”

  Mark gave the backyard a quick glance. “You’ve done a great job with this place.”

  “Cut the crap, Mark. What do you want?”

  He actually reared back like she’d struck him, and Miranda smiled. Why the hell she’d been intimidated by this man and his idiot wife was beyond her. She reached over and took Davis’s hand on her left, and Bo’s on her right. “Why are you two here? I mean other than to try to prevent Bobby James from going to jail.”

  “He’s a preacher,” said Rhea, all the righteous indignation that Miranda remembered coming to the surface now.

  “Correction,” said Bo. “He was a preacher. Now he’s a convicted felon. And now it’s my turn to ask. Why are you two here?”

  Rhea’s dark eyes flashed. “My family helped build that church.”

  “So what?” asked Miranda. “My family helped build the hospital. Doesn’t mean I have a right to anything in it, or that I can lie in court about it.”

  “You all are lucky they didn’t decide to prosecute you both,” said Davis.

  “What right do you have to speak in all this?” asked Mark.

  “More right than you do,” said Miranda. “He’s not cheating on me. You did.”

  The two locked gazes, and when Mark glanced away first, Miranda’s heart soared. Bastard. Never again would she let the memory of what he’d done to her cloud her mind and make her feel worthless.

  “Well, Bo, I see you finally have a woman back in your bed,” said Rhea, her eyes filled with disdain. “Too bad you have to share her with another man.”

  Miranda let go of their hands and stood. “Get off my deck. Get off my property, and get out of my town. How dare you two come here. You broke a commandment, you made a mockery of my marriage and of Bo’s, and you tried to discredit one of the most decent men in this town by lying in court. You’re both the biggest living, breathing examples of hypocrisy I have ever seen, and you are no longer welcome here.”

  Rhea stood and glared at Miranda, but Miranda felt no fear. Instead, the most profound sense of joy and freedom coursed through her. She was finally free of these two and all the pain they’d caused her.

  Mark stood, his hands curled into fists at his side. “Now hold on there. I will not allow anyone to speak to my wife like that.”

  Davis and Bo stood. “Is that so?” asked Bo, his voice soft but with a dangerous undertone that Miranda had never heard. It sent shivers down her spine as images of knights on white horses raced through her mind.

  “Then I’d suggest you take the lady’s advice and get lost. Because I don’t want you here, either. I don’t care whose family built what church, or how much of a show you put on in that courtroom. You’re both nothing but cheats and liars, and I have nothing else to say to either of you.”

  “And if you come back to town,” said Davis, “don’t show your face here or I’ll toss you out myself.”

  Miranda glanced up at him, not missing the way his jaw twitched. She’d never seen either of them so angry, but it made her proud. Her heart overflowed with love for these two men. They’d fight to defend her, and that was something no one else had ever done for her.

  Mark looked like he was going to say something else, but Rhea must have some smarts because she took one look into Davis’s eyes and grabbed Mark’s arm. “Come on.” They finally left, and then Miranda put her arms around Davis first and then Bo, kissing each man until she felt the anger leave their bodies.

  “I love you both so much. Thank you. Thank you for that. I’m so proud right now.”

  “We love you, too,” said Bo, pulling her close. “I wanted to beat the shit out of him.”

  “Not worth jail time, but thank you. Just knowing you’d go that far to defend me is enough.”

  “I almost did beat the shit out of him,” said Davis. “And if I’d started, you wouldn’t have been able to stop me.” He cupped her face. “I’m proud of both of you right now.” He kissed her. “I love you so much. I hope you realize I want to be with you always. Forever.”

  “Same here,” said Bo. “I’m never letting you go. Never.”

  “That’s all I want, too,” she said. “I love you both more than I ever thought I could love anyone. I didn’t think this would happen to me. That I’d find love again. But now I have, with each of you. Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives.”

  “Try and send me away,” said Davis, grinning.

  “And just try to make me leave,” said Bo. “No one can overstay a welcome quite like a Sawyer man can.”

  “That’s true,” said Travis, poking his head out of the back door.

  All three laughed, and then they sat back down to finish their sweet tea and enjoy a perfect July afternoon in Sin, Tennessee. Insects chirped, birds sang, and all was right with the world once more.

  Miranda had gone from lonely workaholic to a woman in love with the two most perfect, handsome, sexy men in Sin. She’d finally told off her ex-husband and the woman he’d cheated on her with, and Bo had told off Rhea and Mark, as well. Those two would never again come into her waking thoughts or her nightmares.

  She had her men and they had her. She would live in this house with them and make it their own. People in this town would go on judging but she didn’t care. She had her job, she had plenty of work here in the house to keep her busy, and now she had two men in her life who would never hurt her, and would never leave her.

  Miranda intended to cherish them and protect them every day of her life, as she knew they would do for her. They were a triad now, and everything they did, they would do together. And she also intended to spend every single day for the rest of her life making sure they each knew how very, very much she loved them.

  THE END

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  Tara Rose loves to write about small towns and the quirky people that inhabit them. You’ll find engaging characters, budding romance, intrigue, and plenty of hot steamy ménage sex within the pages of her books. You never really know what goes on behind closed doors, but her books will take you there, and leave you panting for more.

  When she isn’t writing, Tara spends time with her husband—her real-life hero. She loves to cook, collect antique pottery, and she will read just about anything. Tara also plays the cello, and loves decorating her house for Christmas.

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