Theirs To Cherish

By Diana McKinley

As an investigative journalist, Tara Weston has traveled the country, looking for riveting stories which most people overlook. She’s forged a successful career, but avoided matters of the heart with the same determination. It’s left her protected, yet lonely all the same.

Lawton Montgomery and Ethan Nelson deal with predators on a daily basis. They are members of a special FBI taskforce whose sole purpose it is to find the most debase of criminals and bring them to justice – those who target children. Precisely, the kind of predator Tara has unwittingly become entangled with in the pursuit of her newest investigation. Thankfully, the men don’t know the meaning of walking away from an innocent who needs their help.

When Lawton and Ethan return to Whitford Falls for their teammates’ wedding, they also intend to let Tara know of their feelings which have grown for her and to offer her more than they ever have with another woman. But as a fledgling relationship looks possible, so too does the danger begin to mount surrounding Tara’s work. It will take lots of bravery, daring, and also love to overcome these challenges, all while nurturing their new foundation.

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit Sex, M/F/M menage

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diana McKinley
• Release date: Oct 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310711381

Diana McKinley

As a lover of the written word, in all its forms and variations, Diana McKinley is excited to enter the realm of authoring erotic novels. Through years of reading and looking for strong male and female characters alike, across a myriad of genres, she decided that sometimes you have to write the tale in your heart in order to finally see the kind of hero or heroine you've been searching for. She loves humor and a happy ending though sometimes her characters have to go through insurmountable odds together to achieve their bliss. She hopes that there will be something for everyone who relishes a satisfying erotic story in her books. Come along on the journeys and enjoy the ride! You can learn more about Diana's writing at http://dianamckinley.com/

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CHAPTER 1

Tara Weston breathed a lingering sigh of relief as she turned into the drive of her best friend Emily’s home. After five weeks on the road, she was more than happy to be back in their hometown of Whitford Falls. Ready to rest and unwind a bit before her current hunt for the story she was investigating resumed. As a freelance journalist, her work took her anywhere and everywhere, often at a moment’s notice.

Now, however, she was working on more than just an article. What had begun as a singular interview with a resilient young woman, had turned into a bottomless rabbit hole of mystery, sadness, and intrigue. More than she had bargained for initially, but once Tara understood the gravity of the trail she’d hit upon, there was no turning back. She knew she would see this particular story through, come hell or high water.

And lately, she conceded, it had felt more like hell she was wading through, rather than anything which gave her peace or a feeling of ease.

Some nights, she barely made it through a few hours of sleep before the images of what she was uncovering would jar her awake. She’d lay panting and sweating, kicking away the covers, while trying to come out of her fright. It seemed the more she learned of the world’s seedy underside, the more her heart just soaked up the pain. But it was worth it, Tara knew, in order to get the story out, so there might be some hope on the horizon of making it all stop.

She was drawn from her maudlin thoughts when two tall and handsome FBI agents flashed their badges and signaled for her to stop her car. Tara couldn’t help but chuckle as she rolled to a halt, no less than twenty feet from the road. Emily had forewarned her over the phone that this would happen, but it made Tara smile nonetheless.

The agents were screening those hoping to gain access to the rural northwestern Georgia property, prior to the impending nuptials. Emily’s two fiancées were still keeping up their guard, and though Tara was humored by it, she was appreciative all the same. Emily, and thereby Gabriel and Noah, had all been through hell of late, and they needed no further drama or danger to threaten their special day.

She let her window down and smiled up at one she knew well.

Well, look who the cat finally drug in, Ross Ackerman smirked. He leaned over and propped his forearm on the roof of Tara’s car and gave her a wicked grin. His dark brown hair was shorter than she’d last seen it, but his mischievous smile made it all the way to his startling blue eyes.

No doubt about it, Ross was the flirt on his team, and he played his part to the hilt at times, Tara thought. She knew it was all bluster, after having lived around him following Emily’s abduction at the hands of the local lawman who had stalked her months ago. Gabriel and Noah’s team had remained at their house, just as she had, to see them and Emily through the aftermath of it all. But beneath Ross’s flirtatious exterior, Tara knew there was a heart of gold, just like all of the men on their team.

Still, she couldn’t let him get by with his feisty remarks. She was always one who gave as good as she got, and she knew Ross was just waiting for one of her snappy comebacks.

Nice to see you too, Ross, Tara fired back. Some reason you’re leaning all over my clean car?

He laughed and stepped back, eyeing her dusty and much used sedan. It had seen her faithfully through many a road trip, though no one would’ve ever guess that by looking at the old economy car. Transportation had never been high on Tara’s list of things to worry over. So as long as her old reliable car kept rolling, she was holding on to it.

Sweetie, if you call this clean, then I can only imagine what the inside of your apartment looks like. You need someone to teach you how to detail a car? He moved closer and leaned against her sedan again, his smile stretching his cheeks so much so that his dimples were showing.

Are you offering to wash my ride, Ross? Tara angled her head. And here I thought your lazy butt didn’t know a thing about chores of any type.

At that, Ross threw back his head and let full scale laughter peel from his lips. She heard his fellow teammate, Braden, chuckling as he walked around to her door. It was an old jab she’d just sent Ross, but he couldn’t fool her. Ross did not like to volunteer in the kitchen, and she’d quickly called him out on it.

She knows you well, Ross. Braden smiled. He reached in and patted Tara’s arm. How are you, Tara? You look tired.

Gee, thanks, Braden. She gave him the driest tone she could manage, but she knew it was the truth. Her latest quest to uncover a story had her looking rundown and wilted. Even her normal curly red locks seemed to hang a little straighter these days. Maybe she just needed a vacation, Tara admitted.

Braden flushed from head to toe and winced. Sorry, Tara. I didn’t mean it like that. His shy nature exerted itself with a vengeance, and he ducked his light blonde head trying to study his shoes in earnest.

I know you didn’t, Braden. I’m only teasing. Yeah, she wished. He was spot on with his observation, and they both knew it.

So, she began again, hoping to put him at ease, how about letting me pass? I promise, I have no weapons of any sort, nor any surveillance materials in this old thing. Can I go on my way, gentlemen, if I promise to do no harm?

Oh, you can go on up to the house, Ross played. "I think there a few gentlemen there who’d love to see you again. They’ve made sure they’re still here and not getting things ready at the lake cabin, just on the off chance you’d happen by before they were forced out of the house by Emily."

Great, she mumbled. Tara plastered a smile on her face and nodded at the two. Thanks, guys. See you later, then?

Yep. We’ll see you later. Ross dipped his head and stepped back, grinning as she slowly headed down the long, winding drive.

Yeah, just great, she told herself. The gentlemen Ross had smugly alluded to, were none other than two of his fellow teammates. Men whom she had come to greatly respect, and actually like, after spending weeks in their company. And men whom Tara knew she could never have any involvement with, whatsoever.

It just made returning for the wedding a little more challenging than she’d wished. It put a dampener on her mood, when she was already a little more emotional than usual, thanks to the story she was investigating.

But as she parked her car alongside the line of larger SUVs and trucks, to the right of the substantial home, Tara willed herself to shake it off. She was so elated for Emily, and this was her moment to shine – her well-earned day of hope and happiness. It wasn’t Tara’s to spoil.

So, as she had learned early on in life to do in such moments, Tara drew in a deep breath and donned her sassiest grin. With a final nod to herself, she swung open her door and stepped out of her sedan.

CHAPTER 2

Emily’s squeal of delight, made Tara’s false smile morph into a genuine one without delay. She melted into the open arms of her best friend, as Emily ran out of the garage’s back door and hauled her into a tight hug. They giggled against each other, holding on for dear life.

Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you! Emily breathed near her ear.

And I’ve missed you. Let me see you. Tara stepped back and held Emily’s hands as she looked her friend over. You are positively glowing, girl. You’re going to make one helluva knock-out bride. Poor Gabriel and Noah won’t be able to untie their tongues long enough to say vows tomorrow.

They had better. She smirked. Emily’s expression turned more contemplative however, as she stepped closer and touched Tara’s cheek.

Damn it, Tara sighed internally. They could never hide much from each other, and just like Braden, Emily was already zeroing in on her fatigue. Tara didn’t think she looked that bad.

What’s up, Tara? Emily asked quietly. And don’t tell me nothing.

Lots of days spent on the road chasing a story. I just need a few nights of dedicated rest, preferably in my own bed, and I’ll be good as new. There, that wasn’t a complete fabrication, she thought. Tara told herself to stick to the truth as much as possible, and then she wouldn’t be unloading on Emily right before the big day.

Mmmm-hmmm, Emily murmured and narrowed her eyes. Let’s get rid of some of the testosterone around this place, and then you and I will really talk. Okay?

Em…

"No, don’t Em me. Trust me, I need the guys to vacate this house or I’m going to call the whole thing off and elope. I need to talk to you, just as much as I can tell you need to unburden yourself to me. So, we’ll send them packing and then open a bottle of Moscato."

Some bachelorette party you’ve arranged here. Tara chuckled over Emily’s simple plan for the night before her wedding. But she knew her friend would have it no other way. Big, splashy events were not Emily’s forte, nor were they Tara’s.

"There will be no bachelorette party," Gabriel grumbled, approaching the place where they stood. He wrapped his arms around Emily’s waist and immediately dropped a kiss against her blonde hair.

Just like there’ll be no bachelor party for you or Noah, either, Emily countered without batting an eye.

Hell, no! Noah laughed as he came out of the back door to join them. Wouldn’t dream of looking at anyone but you, baby. Besides, we’re not bachelors anymore. We’re taken and well off the market. Tara, how are you? He bent and gave her a gentle hug.

Tara loved Emily’s two fiancées, but she’d always connected with Noah’s more mild-mannered personality than Gabriel’s brusque approach. Perhaps, because she and Gabriel were so much alike, and that caused Tara to butt heads with him from time to time. But it was all done in good-natured affection and honesty, and she loved Gabe just as much as Noah. Like they were the brothers she’d never had.

I’m glad to be here, Noah; and ready for a little rest after all is said and done tomorrow.

You and me both. He feigned exhaustion and rolled his eyes, but Emily only swatted him. Noah laughed and grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it.

So, when can all of you clear out? Emily asked. Both men immediately frowned over her question.

We don’t have to be in a hurry to go to the lake. That was Gabriel, trying to stall and remain by her side. Gabe never handled leaving Emily very well. Tara didn’t know what he’d do when the guys’ team went back into the field after the honeymoon was over.

Yes, you do. Emily was already nodding and looking far too happy. All of you. Take your uncles and your fathers… Take your younger brothers, too, Gabe. And even your teammates. All of you.

Tara chuckled at the disgruntled looks Noah and Gabriel were casting Emily’s way. But she also noted the twinkle in their eyes, and Tara knew they were trying not to laugh. If they let the sound slip, Em would have their hides.

Okay, we can take a hint. We’ll clear out, baby. Just give us five minutes of your time before we do, Noah cajoled.

Five? Emily chuckled before she could stop herself. Apiece or together?

You set the time limit and tell us, Gabriel challenged.

Tara groaned and turned away from the happy threesome. I’m getting my luggage so I don’t have to witness anymore of this. She’d only made it two steps toward her trunk when a shadow fell over her. Tara halted midstride and steeled herself to look up into the soulful eyes of the man casting that large shadow.

Lawton, Tara managed to say, but she hated how quiet her voice had gone. Where was her bravado when she needed it most, she thought ruefully? She watched his grey eyes roam over her face and then pierce her own gaze as if he was trying to reach inside her soul and know all her secrets.

Hello, Tara, he said, his voice equally soft.

But then, that was Lawton Montgomery, she acknowledged. Taller even than Gabriel, but reserved and cautious. He spoke when he had something of value or importance to say. And right now, Tara thought, he was saying her name and no others. It felt like a caress, and she almost leaned in closer to feel the vibrations from his words as they washed over her.

Though if he was there, then certainly Ethan Nelson had to be somewhere close by. And then there was a second shadow, and she knew he was with them too.

Hi, Tara, Ethan said within the next breath. He stood so close that their arms almost brushed against one another’s. Almost, but not quite.

Like Lawton had, Ethan’s rich brown irises searched hers, and Tara was afraid of what he’d see. Her shoulders knotted up, just like that, with no more than her name spilling from their lips. What in the hell was she going to do?

She couldn’t very well ignore them, because they’d done nothing to earn her ire. But this could not, would not, happen Tara reminded herself. There could be no happy little threesome for them, like the one Emily enjoyed day after blissful day. It was a disaster just waiting to happen, and she was determined to head it off before it ever gained any steam.

Guys, it’s good to see you both. Her words came out a little too bright and cheerful, but she was plunging ahead now, no matter what. So, do you know which bedroom I’ve been assigned to? I have only a few cases to take in.

Um, Emily said you were in Noah’s old bedroom upstairs for the night, Ethan replied, his hesitation over her behavior ringing loud and clear. He remained near her though and continued to observe her closely.

Great! Well, let me get settled so you guys can be on your way to the lake. I know you’re ready to head out.

Tara, are you all right? Lawton settled his hands on his hips as he stared down at her.

Never better, she lied. Yep, Tara admitted to herself, she’d just bald-faced lied to two of the nicest men she’d ever met. What a day!

Okay, Lawton said with a simple nod. Let us help you with your luggage then. You shouldn’t have to carry it all alone.

His words brought her up short and she froze. Tara knew the moment wasn’t missed by either of them, because Ethan reached out and gently wrapped his hand around her upper arm to steady her. Lawton instinctually took a final step closer and reached for her left hand.

Tara clenched her jaw and willed herself not to give in to her fatigue and needy heart. The mantra she had repeated over and over again along the drive home resurfaced within her mind - that she would not lead them on, not encourage this - and she took a hasty step backwards.

I think I’ll go on inside, guys. I need to find a bathroom. Just leave this stuff in the car, and Em and I’ll come back out and get it all later. Like I said, it was good to see you both. And with that final excuse, she spun on her heal and all but ran for the garage’s door.

Ethan watched her go and then he slowly turned to look at Lawton. He saw the same stunned expression on his partner’s face that he knew was showing on his own.

What do you think has her so spooked? Us or something else? he asked.

I think a combination of the two. Lawton’s teeth skimmed across his lower lip as he considered the display they had just witnessed. Tara was nothing if not brutally honest and forthright. Traits he greatly admired. So, he was perplexed to see her deliberately dodging them both at first sight.

She’s not going to make this easy on us, is she? Ethan chuckled.

Not a bit, Lawton answered with a humored smile. But the one worth having, is worth fighting for.

I’m not backing out. Ethan shook his head and glanced toward her car. I haven’t thought of another woman since we all left this place almost two months ago, and I know you haven’t either. I’m still in agreement that we can make this work, Lawton.

As am I, Ethan.

Lawton thought back to the night a week and a half ago, when he’d called Ethan over to his place. The two lived in the same row of upscale townhouses in a suburb of D.C., and they often crashed at each other’s abode in the evenings to watch a game or movie together. Well, most often at his home, Lawton thought with a smile. Neither man had family in the area, so their bond as teammates had developed into a close friendship during the past three years they’d worked together.

That particular night, Lawton had grilled steaks and then broached the subject of Tara. He’d found that Ethan was more than ready to talk about his intentions where she was concerned. As Lawton had suspected, they both felt very moved after spending weeks in Tara’s company, while Emily healed from her abduction; and they both acknowledged that Tara was the kind of lady that a man married, not just fooled around with on a Saturday night.

So, in light of that, they discussed whether one of them should pursue her, while the other let his attraction fall by the wayside. After half a minute, it was clear that wasn’t going to happen. Neither man knew such a solution was feasible or realistic. The one left out would always resent having her plucked away, as though feelings of the heart could be so easily dismissed. And that had led to their agreement to date her together.

Before witnessing such a relationship not only take hold, but actually flourish between Emily, Gabriel and Noah, Lawton nor Ethan would have ever considered such a thing possible. It was not within their frame of reference, nor was it a model which their own families had demonstrated.

Sure, they knew plenty of guys who had a revolving door to their bedroom and often, over the course of time, they inadvertently ended up sharing a night or two with a woman their friends had already had sex with. But that was something neither Ethan nor Lawton had any desire for. No, they’d both reached a point in their lives where they wanted more. And in that search, they’d both decided Tara was just who they were looking for. For the long term.

Now, they only had to convince her that they’d make her happier than any other two men on the planet.

Come on, Ethan said, as he slapped Lawton’s shoulder and brought him out of his mental ramblings. Let’s get her bags inside for her. Something tells me we won’t see Tara again until the wedding tomorrow. But after that, all bets are off. She’s not skirting around us and taking off before we talk. Not again.

Lawton drew in a deep breath and then reached into Tara’s car for a few bags. He knew Ethan was right. She was thoroughly ensconced in that house, and she wasn’t coming back out until they were long gone.

CHAPTER 3

Finally, Emily sighed and leaned against the door she had just closed and locked. No men. Anywhere.

For a woman about to marry two of said opposite sex, you seem a little too happy to see their taillights, Tara remarked and arched an eyebrow.

Don’t mistake me, Emily grinned as she pushed herself off of the door, I love my guys with everything I have, but I needed tonight away from it all. It only took me two weeks to convince Gabe and Noah that I’d be safe with the off-duty agents they’ve paid to watch the property tonight and tomorrow during the ceremony. She wrapped an arm around Tara’s shoulders and began leading her through the house and to the kitchen.

Only two weeks? Not three or five hundred? Tara teased. She noted the Christmas decorations everywhere. Tara was sure Emily had instigated the early decorating, though she’d probably had to persuade Gabriel and Noah to put it all up weeks in advance of the holiday. She knew Emily wanted everything to look festive when they returned from their honeymoon in the Turks & Caicos, because Christmas was her favorite holiday.

Emily released her and laughed. No, just two weeks. And it was my idea that they all head up to the cabin that belongs to Noah’s family. It’s got three bedrooms, and with all the airbeds the guys scrounged together, they’re more than set for the night. I just wanted a little quiet time with you before tomorrow.

I like the sound of that, Tara smiled. And she did, because they had not had a night like this one in ages. One where just the two of them spent the evening talking and relaxing with each other. It was long overdue.

Emily opened the refrigerator and took out a plate of snacks she’d prepared earlier and an unopened bottle of Moscato. It was their favorite inexpensive wine, and it was chilled and ready to go. Emily motioned toward the back porch with her head and Tara took the hint. Tara snagged two wine glasses on their way out, and soon they had their small spread on a short table next to the hot tub nestled within the screened-in portion of the decking.

Without further preamble, Emily stripped out of her clothing and lowered herself into the rolling, warm water. Tara didn’t miss a beat, and soon she was sliding into the opposite end. She groaned as the jets hit her lower back in a particularly sore area. Too many nights spent hunched over a hotel desk or days waiting on hard diner chairs for her next interviewee to show up, had led her body to feel abused and neglected.

Tara jumped when Emily snagged her right foot and began to massage it. Em only laughed.

Oh dear Lord, don’t stop! Tara sighed, the relief instantaneous and necessary if she had a hope and a prayer of getting her aching feet into the four-inch heels she’d don for the ceremony.

On one condition.

Which is? Tara asked dryly, as she cracked one eye open and glared at Emily.

Tell me what’s going on with you. Don’t make me guess or worry. Please, Tara? Emily asked sincerely. I know that request is a tall order, after I kept the fact that I had a stalker from you for weeks. But I don’t want to ever repeat that mistake. I know you, Tara, and I can tell something is way off with you. I’ve sensed it in your texts and emails for weeks now.

"Nothing’s off with me, Emily. I’m just really, really tired. I’ve been on the road for weeks now, as you said, and I haven’t had a decent night’s rest since I was last in my own bed. I’ll be fine in a few days, now that I’m back here."

I’ve seen you tired before, Tara. This is different. Come on, don’t make me beg. We’ve been through too much together for me to drag it out of you.

This is supposed to be your bachelorette party, you know? Aren’t we supposed to be concentrating on you? Painting your nails or something?

Nice, Emily drawled out. She reached for Tara’s other foot and set to work on it. Keep deflecting me and I’ll keep badgering you. I’ve got all night.

Tara stared at Emily as her fingers pressed into the sensitive arch of her foot, and knew she couldn’t hold back a thing where Em was concerned. She never had been able to before, and truth be told, she didn’t want to start that kind of evasive maneuvering with her best friend now.

Sometimes, Tara had to admit that she needed someone besides herself. She spent too much time alone, and it took moments like this to make her see that she couldn’t always keep it all in. Emily had always been that person since they’d met in junior high school. She was Tara’s safe place. Tara could tell Emily anything, and never worry that she’d be judged or looked-down upon. No, Em wasn’t built that way. And Tara was glad for it. It meant a lot to have another who really cared about you through thick and thin.

Lawton’s words from earlier drifted back to her. "You shouldn’t have to carry it all alone." How prophetic, Tara thought.

Had Lawton and Ethan really begun to see her, the real Tara, who lay hidden behind the devil-may-care attitude she projected to the outside world? Those weeks spent in Emily, Noah, and Gabriel’s house together had given the two men the perfect opportunity to know who she was, because she’d been completely unguarded as she rallied around those she loved.

Tara, Emily prompted her again, this time in a tone of warning.

Okay, okay. She sighed and let her head drop back against the cushioned headrest built into the Jacuzzi. You’re like a dog with a bone.

Stop grumbling and talk.

Tara watched Emily narrow her eyes and she chuckled. Em gave her foot a squeeze and she finally caved. I told you when I left town weeks ago that I had lined up a really important interview. One that I’d worked extensively online to secure. And just when I thought it was going to fall through, my source contacted me and I had to run.

Yes, I remember all of that. I prayed you were safe each and every day you were away, but I could sense you were on cloud nine because you’d heard from your source.

Well, the source led to another. And that second source led to yet another. Soon, it became like a set of Russian nesting dolls. Just when I thought I’d hit a dead end, the last person I interviewed would send me on to someone else. And the story I’ve uncovered is like nothing I ever thought it would be.

I take it this story doesn’t have much of a happy ending? Emily asked quietly. She released Tara’s foot and poured them each a glass of wine.

Not yet, Tara admitted with another heavy sigh. Damn, but they seemed to be rolling out of her at an alarming rate that evening. She took the glass Emily handed her, and a slice of mozzarella with prosciutto and basil atop it from the tray.

Can you tell me more? Emily settled back on the ledge and watched Tara’s face.

Yeah, I think I need to tell someone. Though, I’ve hesitated telling you, after all you went through with Eric. Tara cringed when she named the former sheriff’s deputy who had terrorized and kidnapped Emily, intent on making her his.

That good, is it? Emily asked and patted Tara’s shoulder. Tara, you can say anything to me. Anything.

I know I can, Em. Okay, she relented and nodded more to herself than to Emily. She could do this, Tara told herself for the umpteenth time. So, the original source I met with is a young woman who is only two and a half years younger than you and me. She’s just turned twenty-one, but she has lived as a prostitute since the age of fourteen. And not by choice, Emily.

There she had said it. Pushed the words out and told another soul. Tara watched as Emily’s eyes grew wider and she pulled her glass away from her lips.

You mean this poor woman was forced into the sex trade. As in a sex slave, Tara?

Emily’s voice was hushed, but Tara noted it was still strong and unwavering. Maybe telling Emily wouldn’t dredge up too many unpleasant memories and keep her awake at night. Especially not the night before she got married. Noah nor Gabriel would take it well if Emily showed up at the altar looking wrung out or upset.

Yes, Emily. I mean this lady has been trapped for a fair portion of her young life. But she’s not anymore. She got free and she’s been living under an assumed name far, far from where she was forced to work. I made sure her anonymity was preserved, and because I built up a trust between us, she’s led me to others like herself. Some who are free and some, sadly, who are not. I’ve been interviewing them in secret and getting their story down.

But I know you like the back of my hand, Tara. You’re doing more than just getting their stories, aren’t you? There is no way the Tara I know would leave a young woman or girl caught up in all that without doing something. Tell me what you’re planning. I want to help.

Now hold on a minute. Tara halted Emily and held up her hand when Em opened her mouth to say more. You, my dearest friend, are about to get married. Tomorrow. You have a honeymoon to go on, and two men who will never let you get near another criminal for as long as you live. There is no way you could go on the trail with me, and furthermore, I won’t let you either.

Tara, Emily interrupted, Noah nor Gabriel tell me where I can go or what I can do. You know that. We work as a team, and if we tell them, then they can help make sure these girls are rescued and keep you safe in the process. This is exactly what their taskforce works to stop; you know that, too.

I do. Tara nodded wearily. And soon, I’ll be at a point where I’ll have the full story. Then, I’ll share what I’ve learned with the guys on their team. I’ll let them have all my information and they can move in. But I can’t do that until I’ve made sure I’ve located all the women within this particular ring. I can’t take the chance that I’ll leave one behind.

Tara, this sounds so, so dangerous. Won’t you at least tell Lawton or Ethan once we leave for our honeymoon? Confide in them and have some back-up the next time you go to an interview?

Why did you name the two of them specifically, out of all the other men on Noah and Gabe’s team? Why not Garrett, Kaden, or sweet Braden? Hell, even Ross and his flirtatious self?

Really? Emily asked and pursed her lips playfully. You really wanna play dumb with me on that front?

Tara let out a frustrated groan and took a large swallow of her wine. Em, don’t start with me. There is no way I’m going down that road. I’m not you.

No, you’re Tara. Always have been, always will be. Emily offered her an innocent smile. One that Tara countered with a splash of water aimed directly at her face. Emily chuckled and hit her with a spray in return.

Shall I play hardball with you tonight? Emily asked and angled her head to the side.

What the hell are you talking about? Tara knew her words came out a little too defensively, but Emily was tearing into the walls she’d carefully constructed around her heart and it was becoming a little unnerving. Tara had a feeling she was about to be laid bare inside, never mind that she had nothing on the outside either thanks to their dip in the Jacuzzi.

Lawton nor Ethan are like Allen, and you know it, Emily said softly. Neither was Stephen, Ernest, or Shane. Or even sweet, but timid Franklin. In short order, you’ve gotten very good at pushing men away the moment they show real interest in you. I’ve watched you do it since our freshman year in college, Tara. Don’t you think it’s time you stopped seeing Allen in every man you look at?

Tara’s jaw flexed faintly and her eyes filled with unshed tears. It was unheard of for Tara to cry, but she’d honestly shed more in the last three months than she could ever remember in her whole life. First, over the hell Emily endured, and then with each new damaged young woman she met within her quest to expose a major southeastern sex trafficking ring.

Let it out, Emily intoned. She slid closer on the hot tub’s seat and wrapped her arm around Tara’s shoulders. Her head came to rest alongside her friend’s, and together they sat in companionable silence.

I can’t, Em…

You can, Tara, she countered quietly. I know firsthand how scary it is to lay yourself bare before a man – well, men, in our cases – but it’s worth the risk.

Maybe for you, Emily, it was. You’ve known Gabriel and Noah practically your whole life. You know what good men they are, and you know they’d never hurt you.

"I believe they never will, yes, Emily said, and the simple statement made Tara pause. Emily saw that she had hit a mark within Tara and she smiled gently. Ah, I see that caught your attention. I believe in their promises, Tara, because I decided to trust them. Trust them with everything I have - my heart, soul, mind, and body, for the rest of my days."

But there is no honest to God guarantee that they’ll honor their promise, other than their faith in me as well. We’ve all placed our trust in one another, and Lord willing, we’ll live a long and happy life together. But I took a leap of faith to make that happen, Tara.

Tara bit her lower lip and shifted so she could look Emily in the eye. She knew the pain in her heart was shining brightly there for her friend to see. But there was no holding back the great gulf of hurt, which had first begun in her soul when she was only eight. Allen had just been the icing on the cake, making her doubt herself in ways she had not for many years.

At some point, Tara, you have to decide if extending yourself to another is worth that risk. Worth risking it all and trusting that your faithfulness and hopes will be reciprocated and cherished. And if you really look, I think you’ll find that Lawton and Ethan are cut from the same kind of cloth that Noah and Gabe are. They’re very good men, and they wouldn’t deliberately set out to use you or cheat on you.

Emily… Tara broke off and stared at the churning water around them, unable to say more as a knot settled in her throat.

And one more thing, Emily added. She wrapped her arm back around Tara’s shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze.

Just one? Tara sniffled, still fighting her tears.

Emily narrowed her eyes and chuckled. I’ll start with one and see where it takes me. Okay?

Okay. Tara nodded and watched Emily’s eyes carefully.

You said you weren’t me a few minutes ago. Well, you aren’t your mother either. You’ve already proved to yourself and the world that you don’t have to have a man to define you. You are a self-made success, Tara. Someone you can be proud of.

"But I can tell you now from first-hand experience, that the love of a good man will add to what you’ve already built for yourself, not take away from it or you. They’ll cherish you on your good and bad days, keep you laughing, and fill your days and nights with such passion that you’ll wonder how you ever survived without it. They’ll compliment you, Tara, not overtake you and make you lose yourself."

A true partner glories in your successes right along with you, and they never try to steal your thunder. That’s what you’ll have when you fall in love with the right kind of man. A gentleman. And you aren’t going to find that if you let scum like Allen be the leading example, by which every other man you ever meet is measured. It’s time for the Tara I know to stop hiding behind her fears and try. Try, Tara, to extend yourself. Just try.

Damn it, Tara sighed and let the first of her tears fall. I hate to cry and look what you’re making me do.

I’m crying with you. Does that help? Emily laughed.

No, you heifer. Tara’s jab made Emily bellow, and Tara was glad to laugh with her. Sure beat the hell out of crying like a baby.

Oh my gosh! I have to tell Gabe and Noah you called me that.

Don’t you dare do that. Leave them out of this.

Okay. Emily grinned mischievously. I’m only playing. I thought we needed a laugh right about then.

Laughter through tears is our favorite emotion, isn’t it? Tara asked wistfully. The two of them often quoted Steel Magnolias. It was a film they both loved and they adored its dialog.

Well… Emily hedged. I still like it – it’s cathartic and cleansing. But I will amend it by saying, there’s also nothing like coming so hard you cry happy tears. Now that is an emotional response I’ll choose and savor any day of the week.

Good Lord, woman! Hush! Tara stared at her blushing friend and then she began to laugh again wholeheartedly. What in the hell happened to you? You were so damn innocent all through high school and college?

"Not what happened, but who, Emily teased. Like I said, Tara, give it a try. It’s scary that first moment you take the leap. But when they catch you, there’s nothing like it."

Tara blew out a lengthy sigh and stared into Emily’s eyes in earnest. Maybe you’re on to something, she finally said in way of an answer. I’ve been angry and afraid for a really long time, haven’t I?

Too long, my friend. Emily gave her a dainty shrug and pressed her lips together in a lop-sided smile. And even if the relationship part doesn’t work out, at least you’ll have Lawton and Ethan as back-up while you pursue this story. I’ll feel a thousand times better knowing you’re safe. Especially while I’m in another country and can’t send my own guys in to help you.

No, you keep Gabriel with you. At all times.

What is it with you and Gabe? You’re too much alike. I think that’s why you always act like squabbling siblings.

Tara nodded and moved closer to the tray, snagging a cheese straw. She looked back at Emily and reached for her hand, happy that Emily immediately grasped it.

Thank you, Em. I’ll take your advice to heart and really give it all some serious thought. She watched her nod and saw a relieved expression steal across Emily’s face. And seeing that, told tell Tara it was past time to change the subject.

Okay, she began again, enough about all this tonight. Let’s talk about the wedding and how you’re feeling. We can paint toenails later while we watch a movie or something.

Okay, Tara. Emily’s quick agreement and knowing smile let Tara know she wasn’t getting by with anything.

But the words her dearest friend had shared had really hit a chord. One that was still resounding deep within Tara as she reached for the bottle of chilled wine, ready to move the night along.

CHAPTER 4

The reception was winding down, and with it the last of Tara’s internal reserves. She was past tired, but determined to hold on until the married trio headed out for their flight. She looked on as Gabriel eyed his watch and then glanced at Noah. Noah’s nod confirmed it wouldn’t be long now.

The wedding had been simple, yet perfect for the three. Only close family and friends were in attendance, and they’d all gathered under the substantial tent rented for the ceremony. There were small Christmas trees, evergreen arrangements and poinsettias decorating the temporary shelter, giving it a festive air. And because Emily had no family to really call on, Gabriel and Noah’s fathers had walked her down the aisle, one on either side, before presenting her to their sons.

It had been intimate and precious watching the three of them pledge themselves to each other for the rest of their days, and Tara couldn’t be happier for her friends. She had danced and celebrated with them, glad to share in their glee. Now, however, her body and brain were beginning to tell her that her energy was almost spent for the day. It was time to head home and crash on her soft mattress.

After staying up until one in the morning, talking, primping and laughing until their sides hurt, she and Emily had crawled into their respective beds and called it a night. But Tara had found that sleep would not take her so easily, even though her body was screaming at her that it was done. Her mind and heart had other plans after all Emily had said to her, and so she lay in Noah’s old bedroom upstairs and stared at the ceiling as she contemplated her life’s choices.

Yes, she had to admit that everything Emily had said was spot-on. The words wouldn’t have hurt, had there not been truth behind each and every one. Somewhere between three and four in the morning, Tara had finally accepted the fact that she was punishing herself for other’s mistakes. She had been for a long, long time.

Problem was, now that she had accepted it, she wasn’t sure how to change the sad and sorry fact. Her own fears had formed a large part of the way in which she’d dealt with the opposite sex, and Tara didn’t know how to undo what was now firmly ingrained. How did one suddenly trust a man – hell, two men – when one had purposefully kept them at arm’s length for years?

She sighed, having no good answer to her own dilemma.

Gabriel’s father stepped forward and called everyone to attention. He announced that the grooms and bride were about to head out, and asked that their small gathering of family and friends get ready to see them off. Tara gestured to the baskets of flower petals they were to toss, and Gabriel’s two younger brothers took them in hand, ready to help with their distribution.

She joined the queue and silently slipped out of her heels. The ground was cold, but Tara didn’t care. She needed relief, however she could get it.

For just a moment she closed her eyes, letting the chilly air brush over her face. It felt like a caress from Mother Nature, one she hoped would reinvigorate her. But then warmth seeped into her arms and she felt something solid on either side of her, holding her up.

No, Tara thought, not something. Someone. Two certain someones, if she had to guess by the delicious scents she knew to belong to none other than Ethan and Lawton. Their unique blend of clean masculine aroma and a touch of aftershave always had her breathing a little heavier when either man was around.

Tara, open your eyes so you can see Emily off. Then we’ll let you rest a bit, Lawton murmured near her ear.

She shivered from head to toe before she slowly opened her eyes and stared into his. He had bent to speak to her and his grey irises were so close. Tara turned to her left and found Ethan there, his hand slipping around hers in a tender gesture. He winked and then held a small basket of petals in front of her with his other hand so she could dip into it.

Thanks, she said in a soft voice.

You’re welcome, Tara. Ethan smiled tenderly at her in return.

When the three of their friends passed by, Emily paused and gave Tara a tight hug. Em placed her lips next to Tara’s ear and whispered, "Be brave,