Monroe, Marla - Escape to the Border Lands [Men of the Border Lands 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe

Author:Marla Monroe
Language: eng
Format: mobi, pdf
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

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Micah woke to the sounds of a struggle. He jumped out of the chair to find that Rachael was fighting with Jeremy on the couch.

“What in the hell is going on?” he yelled.

“He’s delusional. He’s trying to take off his clothes. I can’t handle him, Micah.” She was close to crying.

Micah pushed Jeremy back down and pulled the covers up over him. He held him there with one hand as he dislodged the other man’s hand from around Rachael’s wrist. There would be a bruise there. He cursed.

“Damn it, Jeremy. Settle down. You can’t get up. You’re sick.”

“I’m hot, asshole. Let me up.”

“You’re not getting up. I’ll tie you down if I have to. Be still.”

“I’m going to go get him some water to drink. I’ll be right back.” She raced toward the kitchen.

“Micah, I’m burning up, man. You’ve got to let me get these things off of me.”

“You’re not hot. You’re cold. You are running a fever, Jeremy.”

Rachael walked back into the room carrying a glass of water. She started to hand it to Jeremy, but he stopped her and took the glass. He didn’t want to chance that Jeremy would grab her again.

“Here’s some water. Drink it. You’ll feel better.”

Jeremy actually drank the water as if he were dying of thirst.

“I think he could use some more.” He handed the glass back to her.

When she returned with more, he helped Jeremy drink it again. This time he stopped about halfway through it. Micah set it on the end table and helped him relax back against the couch. Now that he had the water in him, he seemed to calm down some.

“Keep a close eye on him but don’t let him hurt you again, Rachael. You’re going to have bruises as it is.”

She nodded and sat at the foot of the couch. He hated to leave her there alone with Jeremy so sick, but he had to check on the cattle and keep the paths clear. First would be the chickens and the cow. He hated milking the damn thing. His hands were too large, and she didn’t like him any more than he liked her.

“I’ll be back inside in a little while. I’m going to do the chores first.”

“Be careful, Micah.” She squeezed his arm before turning back to see about Jeremy.

He put on his outerwear and grabbed the milk pail and egg basket before grabbing the rifle. It was awkward carrying it all, but with the sling on the rifle, he could carry it over his shoulder. When he opened the door, snow fell in from where it had built up during the night.

“Fuck! I’m going to have to shovel the damn path first.”

He dropped the pail and basket in the snow next to the door and grabbed the shovel to pull the snow back out of the house. Then he began shoveling the path. Thirty minutes later, he had made it to the chicken coop. He went ahead and got the eggs then took them back into the house.

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