Hot, Wild & Crazy:Loving in Silver 8(6)

By: Lynn Stark

Max nodded. “That sounds like a good idea to me. It can’t hurt to ask her about it. Do either of you guys have her number?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Why would we?” Sean asked, puzzled. “We never dated her or bought anything from her. You know that.”

Max turned to look at his partners. He frowned. “Tell me, why didn’t we date her?”

“Because she’s older than we are?”

“She was too hot for us and we were just skinny, pimply dorks.”

Max laughed outright at Ethan’s description of them when they had been in their late teens and early twenties. He guessed Maggie was two or three years older than they were, so that pretty much kept her out of their reach in high school. And she had been hot back then, as sexy a female as any of them had ever seen. She was still hot, all lush curves and creamy skin. She even had a few freckles here and there, which was a bonus as far as he was concerned.

“We could ask her out now,” Sean said, walking over to the wall they wanted the mural painted on. He touched it, his fingers stroking over the unfinished surface. “We haven’t been out on a date in months.”

Since they were lovers, Max thought there wasn’t really a need to date. They were satisfied with their lives at the moment. When they dated a woman it was to see if she might be “the one.” They hadn’t found that one special woman yet, the one they would share themselves and the rest of their lives with. They weren’t exactly pretty boys. They were all big, Sean being the tallest at six foot six. He was next at six foot five, and Ethan six foot three. They were also very muscular and a bit hairy. None of them had ever considered shaving their bodies to give them the smooth, baby skin appearance that was currently so popular. It seemed like a lot of work just to impress a lady. Besides, they liked their hair. It seemed that their fair lady love would be required to love three bears.

“Well, it’ll probably be months more,” Max said ominously, but grinned. “Besides, what would a beauty like Maggie want with three scruffy bears like us?”

“Not a thing.” Sean laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. “If she has any sense at all.”

Ethan looked at them, frowning. “Does this mean we want to date Maggie?”

“Yes,” Max and Sean said at the same time.

A big grin spread across Ethan’s face. “Okay, then. When do we tell her?”

“I think it’d be best if we just kind of sneak up on her, let her get used to the idea, without blurting it out.”

“Yeah, no need to traumatize her,” Ethan said, nodding. He rubbed his jaw, where there was at least two days’ growth of beard. “Let’s get her phone number and see if she would paint the mural. It’ll give the place some class.”

Max personally thought Maggie could give them some class. She was a sweet, fiery, beautiful woman, with glorious dark auburn hair and a body to kill for. They could do worse, but they couldn’t do better. Just because they didn’t have much interaction with her didn’t mean they didn’t know anything about her. Yep, now that they had given it some thought, they believed Maggie was the one for them.

“I’ll call Bambi over at the Silver Edge. She’s best friends with Maggie.”

“Good idea,” Ethan said, grinning. “That’s why you’re the brains of this operation.”

Max laughed and shook his head. “Have you ever noticed that it takes all three of us to make one decision?”

They teased one another a lot. It was nothing new. But Max believed that it was their lightheartedness that helped keep their relationship strong. Reaching out, he pulled Ethan close. Their mouths met in a quick, hot kiss.

Four hours later Maggie was staring at the wall, a thoughtful expression on her face. She walked back and forth. She examined the restaurant’s lighting and the room the mural would be the centerpiece of. Finally she nodded and Max felt himself relax.

“I can do it. Now, what was it you wanted to discuss about my fee?”

“We thought we could do a bit of bartering. We know your work is fantastic, and that it probably sells for more than what we could trade for it, but we have several ponies you could choose from and tack for them. We even have a cart. All the ponies have been trained to drive.”

Maggie’s jewel-green eyes lit up with interest. Max was relieved. “That sounds like something I’d consider. Despite what you may have heard, my paintings are modestly priced. I’m no Picasso. I am flattered, however.” She grinned and pushed her curly red hair back away from her face. It was deep auburn with mahogany highlights. It was gorgeous and he felt his fingers itching to run through the thick mass. “I don’t have anything going right now. I just finished firing some of my pottery, so I’ve got time opening up to do this. Do you have anything you specifically want?”