Kenney, Laina - Overexposed [DIG Security 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page A

but she couldn’t pry her eyes open. That couldn’t be Sam. That voice sounded far too bloodthirsty for the image he projected of an amiable urban cowboy.
    “She’s not quite asleep, yet.”
    Ah, that was Sam’s voice.
    The voices settled into a peaceful conversation about training horses. Soon a friendly argument ensued about an old truck that Sam kept calling Methuselah, to lazy protests from his brother. Avelyn drifted off into a deep sleep where she dreamed of running footsteps and cold Dublin rain.

Chapter 4

    Sam watched Locke stalk into the store and suppressed the urge to laugh. Locke was acting like a shopping trip was worse than facing down a lunatic with a gun or clinging to the back of an enraged bull for eight seconds, two things that he knew Locke had already done more than once.
    He had told Sam in clear terms that he was “unsuitable and uninterested” in picking out clothes for a young woman, but Sam was betting that Locke would feel differently about it once he got going. Once he got his hands on the smooth fabrics and started thinking about those garments on the sweet woman in their backseat, his opinion would change. For all his gruff denials, his brother was a man deeply affected by beauty in all its forms. Long flowing hair and a flashing smile got his attention every time.
    Sam snickered. Hell, Locke would probably end up buying a dress for the girl. Locke had no idea how predictable he was when it came to women. Sam was banking on it.
    He licked his lips. One kiss from this woman had fired Sam up from head to toe. He was hard and aching, and he wanted more. He wanted to keep her.

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    Locke walked into the store and looked around then headed for the women’s clothing department. He couldn’t quite believe that Sam was the one staying in the car with the sleeping Avelyn while he was shopping for clothing. Sam should be doing this.
    Locke blew out a breath. No way would he be able to find the right sizes or styles. It was a mission set up to fail. Shopping was his personal idea of hell.
    He approached the first woman he saw wearing the store’s signature blue vest.
    “Women’s clothing,” he stated. “I need two complete changes of clothes for a young woman, slender, and about this high.” He put his hand on his chest to indicate his estimation of her diminutive height.
    The older woman looked at him.
    “It might be easier if she came in herself to try things on,” she said.
    Locke grimaced. “She’s asleep in the back seat. I didn’t want to wake her.”
    The store clerk asked, “What size is she?”
    He thought of Avelyn’s too-slender frame. “I’m not sure. She’s almost thin. What size would a college girl wear?” Locke knew immediately from the look on the woman’s face that it was the wrong thing to say.
    “A college girl!”
    “Uh, no, she’s not that young. Well, she’s young, but she’s small. She’s a small adult.”
    A suspicious frown crossed the clerk’s face.
    Locke was annoyed with himself. Surely he wasn’t going to let himself be intimidated by a clerk in a department store.
    “Never mind,” he said and turned away as another woman approached the clerk.
    He left them behind and moved through the department with a purpose, draping clothes over his arm as he went. A pair of skinny jeans and a pink and white Western-cut shirt came first, then a couple of small T-shirts in white followed by a white cotton sundress with a matching knit sweater. He grabbed a few more items from different racks and moved on.
    He looked around and spied the racks of satin and lace in a stunning variety of colors. It seemed too intimate to be choosing undergarments for a young woman he had met an hour ago, but the tiny scraps of fabric lured him closer, and with a pounding heart, he thumbed through the choices thinking of Avelyn’s slender curves and pale skin. His cock was half-hard already just thinking of her.
    He bypassed the purple satin, frowning again at the