Carter, Beth D. - Lawless Hearts (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Unknown

brought her to orgasm more than once. Glancing around to make sure she was alone, Scharlie dipped her hand under her skirts and found herself slick with cream. Her middle finger slipped inside, and she moaned at the delicious feel of her nub being teased. It didn’t take long, mainly because she was already aroused. A few flicks in and out, and Scharlie was soaring with relief. Her body quaked and arched against her hand as delicious pleasure hummed through her veins.
    After a few minutes, reality returned. Though her body was now satisfied, her emotions still seesawed. There was no denying she loved Cassidy and Garrett, but how could she ever accept their life? Or the fact that Harlow was a part of that life?
    As she made her way back, her mind worrying through the complexities her life had developed, she saw Cassidy and Garrett deep in conversation. Instinctively, she moved behind a tree to shield herself. She wanted to know what they were saying, what they talked about when she wasn’t around to hear them. She crept closer, using the trees to hide behind.
    “Is the bank all set?” Cassidy was asking.
    “Yes,” Garrett answered. “The bank manager’s name is Dalton , and he arrives to work at eight. I have the combination codes for the safe, so we’re all set.”
    “Perfect.”
    Bitter bile rose sharply from her stomach. Scharlie turned around and flattened herself against the tree, heart racing. Dear God, they were planning to rob the bank. That’s how they knew of the payroll arrival. Yes, they wanted to kill Breaux Cox for killing Harlow , but their other agenda was taking off with the money. How could she have been so stupid?

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    Scharlie reined in her emotions well enough to finish the ride to Willow City . But all the while, her mind worked out a plan. Cassidy and Garrett were going to put her in a hotel, let her stay there while they “dealt” with Breaux Cox. But she planned to disrupt all their plans.
    They rode into Willow City just as the sun was setting and headed right for the only hotel on Main Street . Cassidy went in to make the reservation, and Scharlie took the opportunity to glance around the street. She didn’t see the sheriff’s office right away, but Willow City was a large town with many streets diverging off the main one. As she looked around in the twilight, her eyes clashed with a man who stood watching her from across the busy street. He was a tall man, lean and muscular, good looking in a cold way. His mouth was set in a hard line, and he stared at her with flat, dark eyes. As she stared at him, he brought a cigar up to his mouth.
    Scharlie’s eyes widened in fright. She went to reach for Garrett’s arm, but no sooner had she moved than a speeding carriage rumbled by. Scharlie blinked, and when she looked again, the man had disappeared.
    Had that been Breaux Cox? But if it had been, how had he known where to find them?

Chapter Thirteen

    Scharlie paced in her room, dithering back and forth in deciding to do something about the knowledge she had about the bank. Though Cassidy and Garrett had hurt her heart, she just couldn’t seem to bring herself to think of them as bad guys. If she went to the sheriff and turned them in, they would be arrested and sent to jail.
    Images of them flashed through her brain, moments of her life alone compared to moments between them when she had been happy and fulfilled for the first time in her life.
    She closed her eyes, letting her mind examine each motion, each moment, she had spent with them. And as much as she hated to admit it, never once had she felt threatened or unsafe.
    Scharlie sighed, her shoulders slumping. She just couldn’t. She couldn’t turn them in, implicate them, and watch them be led away. If she was completely honest with herself, she couldn’t imagine a life without both men by her side. But to accept them, she had to be willing to forgive and forget. They were outlaws. Cassidy had admitted to murder. Could she,