“Thanksgiving?” The single-worded question, whispered in her right ear, made her smile.
“Mmhmm.” She wiggled her bottom again then nuzzled the chest under her face.
“Let me guess,” James said. “That was Mother’s idea.”
“Well, not really. It was Grandmother’s, but your mother immediately got on board with it. The reasoning, I believe, was that this way, each Thanksgiving, you’d both remember what it is you have to be thankful for.”
“Yes, that sounds like Grandmother, all right,” Adam said. He chuckled. Then he moved against her, and she felt her body readying itself for him.
“You’re not really going to make us wait that long, though, are you, baby?”
In concert with Adam’s seductively asked question, James began to caress her, shoulder to elbow. She was definitely getting aroused, but the urge to laugh was too strong.
“Maybe the commitment ceremony isn’t the only thing the two of you should wait for. Didn’t you tell me you had an early meeting this morning? I wouldn’t want to be the cause of your tardiness, so I’ll just go and get breakfast on.”
She turned her head, gave Adam a fast, smacking kiss, and then treated James to the same. Before either of them could reach for her, she bounded from the bed, giggling, as she scooped Adam’s tee shirt from the night before and quickly pulled it on. Pamela hadn’t planned the sexy move, but judging by their looks, it had sure been the right one. Their eyes were on her and filled with lust. She blew them a kiss and then headed for the stairs wearing nothing but a shirt that looked like a mini dress and a huge smile. The sound of appreciative, masculine laughter followed her down to the main floor.
In the kitchen, she set about putting together a breakfast for the three of them. They’d been good sports, eating fruit and yogurt as well as some good, whole grain cereals. Today, she decided to give them something they truly loved. The sound of first one and then a second shower coming on let her know how much time she had.
Pamela worked quickly, feeling as if she was truly in her element. She loved cooking, and she especially loved cooking for her men. She turned sausage links, flipped bacon, and scrambled the eggs. Adam and James had been game to try whatever she made, and so they’d discovered they liked cheese melted on top of their eggs. Pamela quickly grated about a half cup of cheddar and set it at the ready beside the stove.
By the time she heard the men coming downstairs, everything was ready.
“Good morning, again.” Adam drew her close and kissed her. Pamela wrapped her arms around him and snuggled closed. He ran a hand across her bare bottom, teasing her, much as she’d teased him, earlier.
Adam broke their kiss and grinned. She grinned right back. “Good morning, again.”
James gathered her in, and Pamela let herself sink into his kiss. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of either of these men.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Breakfast smells good.”
“It does,” Adam said. “Sit down, baby. We’ll serve it up.”
Pamela was able to just manage to get her bottom covered by Adam’s shirt as she settled into the chair.
The platters were passed, and they began to eat. “Our meeting is with the management board of the hospital over in Hamilton,” James said. “It shouldn’t take all day, but if it looks as if it’s going to stretch, we’ll call.”
“That’s for the renewal of the cooperation agreement?” Pamela had heard that the doctors in Lusty had a history of helping out that and other facilities, in case of emergencies. She also knew they had an agreement with Benedict County to be on call for any rural emergencies.
“It is. The doctors from Lusty haven’t been called on a great deal in recent times,” Adam said. “Back before the Second World War, in Dr. Jerimiah Parker’s time, the practice was more common. There weren’t many rural doctors, and a lot of his patients came from different parts of the county.”
“His was one of the busiest practices,” James said, “because during the war, of course, he was the doctor of record for the Convalescent Home that Kate managed.”
“I’ve heard some very interesting stories of that time. Did you know that Kate keeps in touch with some of the men she cared for? Not only that, she communicates often with some of the Benedicts who left Lusty and settled in Montana and New York.”
“Grandmother Chelsea says that Kate is a lot like her own mother, Sarah Carmichael Benedict,” Adam said.
“What do you have planned for today, sweetheart?” James asked.
“I was going to make a grocery run. I know what they have here in town, so I might head into Gatesville first then shop at our own store.”
“That’s what most of the families tend to do,” Adam said.
“I’ve always believed in supporting local businesses.”
“We’re going in Adam’s car, so take mine, sweetheart. But that reminds me.”
“It reminds us. You’ve put us off for a couple months, now. And I think now we both understand why. So let me, on behalf of us both, rephrase the suggestion we’ve been making since the day we brought you here and turn it, as it should always have been, into a question. How about on Saturday we all head into Waco and take you car shopping. You can choose whatever kind of automobile you want.”
Pamela grinned. They’d offered to just get her a car, and she’d demurred, as Adam apparently had guessed, because she’d wanted them to say exactly what he’d just said.
Pamela had wanted to choose her own vehicle. She needed to pick one that felt like it was made for her. She had enough money of her own saved up that she could buy it herself, but she had a feeling she was going to
