Leaving the hospital with Trey, Megan ran the instructions from her employer over in her mind.
“I need to stop at the trailer and grab some clothes for tomorrow.” Trey stated.
“Ok.” Megan responded, tossing him her car keys. “You feel like driving?”
“Sure.” Trey replied, catching the keys against his chest. “Sure, you trust me?”
“No, but I’m tired so I’ll take the chance.” Megan kidded.
At Trey’s mobile home, Megan helped Trey gather up enough clothes and personal items to last a few days, not just one.
It was late when the couple finally arrived back at the Rockin’ J. Pulling into the courtyard, Megan spotted Collin’s silver Mercedes E500 sedan parked near the home’s main entrance.
“God damn it! I was hoping he wouldn’t be here!” Trey exclaimed, tightly gripping the steering wheel of the Corvette. “I hate that son of a bitch!”
“Kinda strong words for your brother, isn‘t it?” Megan commented.
“Not for Collin. And, you stay away from him too!” Trey retorted.
Maria met the couple at the door, inquiring about Clint. Megan reassured her that her boss was on the mend and his condition had greatly improved.
“Will he be coming home soon?” She asked.
“Yes, but I’m not sure how soon though.” Megan answered.
“Trey’s moving back home.” She added. “That’s good news.”
“Yes. Yes it is good news.” The young Hispanic woman stated. “It is his father’s wishes. No?”
“Yes, his father asked him to move back.” Megan replied.
Megan saw a shapely auburn-haired woman enter the kitchen near the rear of the house. Wearing a skimpy black bikini, she opened one of the refrigerators and took out two longneck bottles of beer.
“Who’s that?” Megan inquired.
“She is one of Mr. James’ girlfriends.” Maria replied. “I do not know her name.”
“Maybe I should introduce myself.” Megan suggested. “It’s about time I met this Collin guy.”
“You will not like him.” Maria commented. “Nobody likes him.”
Following the path of the young woman, Megan could hear the sounds of hottub jets bubbling and the soft sounds of music playing in the distance. Entering a small area just off the terrace, she saw Collin James and the woman relaxing in the spa. Collin was the spitting image of his father only without the salt and pepper hair. He was strikingly handsome with hair as black as coal and neatly groomed. His broad shoulders were well developed. The swirling water kept her from seeing the rest of his body below the water’s surface even with the spa’s submersible lighting.
“Well, well, well.” He spoke, seeing Megan standing before him. “You must be the new ranch manager the ole man’s been blathering about. Ms. Reynolds, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I’m Megan Reynolds.” She replied. “Thought you’d like to know how your father is.”
“He’s still alive, isn’t he?” Collin remarked. “That’s all I need to know. You can’t kill that ole bastard.”
“He’s doing alot better.” Megan stated. “He’s still got alot of recuperation ahead of him though.”
“I could use a little recuperation.” Collin smarted off, his fingers untying the top of the woman’s bikini. “Why don’t you slip outta that outfit and join us.”
“I could show you a few things most women only fantasize about.” He added, tossing the woman‘s wet bikini top to the far end of the hottub. “Elaine here won’t mind. She’s into watching.”
“No thanks. I’ve seen all I want.” Megan responded. “I would like to talk with you sometime though.”
“How about later this evening?” Collin suggested with an evil grin. “I could come to your room.”
“Not hardly.” Megan replied. “Maybe in a few days ….. in my office .….. with your clothes on.”
Megan ascended the circular stairway to the second floor. Entering her bedroom, she saw Trey putting his clothes away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked.
“Putting my clothes away. Why?” He answered.
“Not in my room, you’re not.” She said. “You get your own bedroom.”
“I thought we’d sleep together.” Trey commented. “You got a problem with that?”
“Yes I do have a problem with that.” Megan retorted. “I’m not here to take care of your sex drive. I’m here to run the ranch and find out what the hells going on.”
“Maybe you are too old for me!” He exclaimed, throwing his clothes in a pile. “That’s it, isn’t it?”
“No. That has nothing to do with it.” Megan replied. “It wouldn’t look right if we started sleeping together right here in your father’s house. Especially with Collin here.”
“So that’s it!” Trey yelled. “You just had to go meet him! You probably can’t wait to fuck that son of a bitch, can you!”
Enraged, Megan slapped Trey extremely hard across the face, setting him back a step. Infuriated, Trey started to retaliate but caught himself before slapping her back. Trey’s face was bright red; his teeth were clenched as tight as his fist. Grabbing up his clothes, he hurriedly stomped out of the bedroom.
With her emotions all worked up, it was a couple of hours before she managed to fall asleep. Collin’s bedroom was across the hallway. Loud moaning, obviously from Elaine and Collin having sex resounded several times throughout the night, awakening her. Megan was glad she’d made sure her bedroom door was locked.
Rising early the next morning, Megan quickly showered and dressed. As she exited her bedroom, she saw Collin’s bedroom door slightly ajar. Peering in, she could see Collin lying prone on the bed, uncovered. His girlfriend, Elaine was partially covered by a thin sheet. Her long, slender legs stretched out and partially spread allowed Megan to get a glimpse at her auburn pubic hair neatly trimmed into a V. Collin’s bare butt looked firm for a guy she assumed to be in his late twenties. Lying on his stomach, Megan couldn’t see much of anything else she hadn’t seen the night before.
