The Four Cowboys

The Three Husbands

The kitchen above

"Do you want anything?"

"I'll have lemonade, please. If you have it."

"Of course. We're on a ranch, girl."

I chuckle, leaning my forearms against the wood countertops.

"Do you want to take a seat?"

"I prefer to stand. Easier to defend yourself."

"You're safe here."

"You're safe nowhere, but thank you for the sentiment."

A sorrowful look falls over Haven's face, but she brushes it away quickly, almost as if she was hoping I didn't see it. Before the boys come back, Haven gives me a quick tour of the house, and I know she wants to be downstairs when her husbands come home.

"I want to meet these men that you wrapped around their pinky finger."

"Be quiet."

"No, it's cute on you Banks. Definitely keep this up."

Haven chuckles, weaving her arm through mine, but when she hears the front door open, she breaks out in a sprint. I hear deep, manly chuckles and a girly squeal, and I can only imagine what's going on at the front door.

"I have someone for you guys to meet. Come, come!"

"Sweetheart...whose bag are these?"

"Dean. Just you wait."

"I'm waiting, sweetheart."

Haven runs into the kitchen and tugs at my arm. I smile at her and her bouncing blonde curls. Three men, who I'm guessing are her husbands, walk into the kitchen. She waves a hand over my face in a Vanna White sort of way. They wave at me, smiling at their joyous wife.

"Meet Rocky Azure!"

"Hi, guys."

A man with tattoos lining his arm, a stubble beard, blue eyes, short black hair, and black skin nods in recognition.

"Ah, she's been talking about your arrival for days. I'm so glad you're finally here. It's great to meet you, I'm Alexander. Alex for short of course."

"Nice to meet you, Alex. And you two are?"

Another man with glasses, short brown hair, tannish skin, and brown eyes answers first.

"Mason."

The third guy, black hair, green eyes, white skin, answers next.

"Vincent."