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CAITLYN
Wade’s cabin was the kind of ‘little cabin in the woods’ that made me sigh dreamily.
Although it wasn’t all that little.
We’d walked there to get his truck, but he invited me in to get a drink before we headed out to hunt wolves.
“My grandfathers built this cabin for their mate—I mean, wife—back in the 1950’s,” Wade explained.
“Grandfathers? As in plural?” I asked.
The men glanced at each other.
“Yep. There’s a history of sharing women up here in West Springs, dating back to the first settlers.” Landry flashed me a bad-boy grin and adjusted his hat like he was proud of this heritage. “Probably had something to do with women being outnumbered by men, ten to one. As a result, threesomes became oddly normalized here. Wade had two grandfathers and one grandmother.”
“Just two
