The McGilley Trilogy by B. J. Wane Page A

move on to something else. “Did you check the security cameras?” he asked Donovan.
    Donavan rolled his eyes. “Of course I did. Whoever did this knew where they were and sprayed the lens with black paint.”
    “We’ll add the replacements to the list of costs they’re going to pay when we find them,” Brett said. “Even if it’s just kids playing a prank.”
    “It had to have been an inside job.” Colin glanced pointedly towards Keith who was hauling off an armful of damaged slats.
    Donovan let out a worried sigh. From all his applicants, he tried to pick those who needed the work most, young men who were struggling to stay in college due to expenses and who weren’t afraid of hard, back bending work to attain their goals. He didn’t want to think any of the young men he had hired at the beginning of summer would betray him this way, but nothing would surprise him.
    “Maybe,” he said and with a look, told them both to let that thought go for now.
    Kayla turned into the entrance to McGilley Farm, glad that the wide, rod iron gates were open to visitors today. After spending a restless night cursing herself for running from Brett instead of braving his wrath in the hopes of a repeat encounter, she woke this morning determined to see him again. After careful consideration, she decided it would be better to approach him away from the club in the hopes he’d be more willing to get to know her. The sex charged atmosphere of the second floor of Casey’s wasn’t conducive for idle talk, the kind of conversation that revealed aspects of a person’s personality that let you know if you had anything in common other than a mutual lust for each other.
    She wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t conceited, but Kayla knew Brett was attracted to her, knew he lusted after her just as much as she lusted after him. It bothered her the way he fought it, the way he put their age difference and her inexperience up between them, using them as a shield to protect him from getting involved with her. She needed to find out more about him, other than how big and hard his cock was, how he could drive her to orgasm from an erotic spanking, how it felt to be taken over with the sole intention of bringing her pleasure. Of course, if he agreed to accompany her on the picnic she had planned, and if their mutual attraction was as strong and potent as it was last week, then she was all for picking up where they’d left off.
    Set back in about two miles from the entrance, the stables were as attractive as the McGilley’s. Painted white with dark green trim, the McGilley name painted in large dark green letters above the open double wide doors with well-tended plants along both sides of the long building, the structure looked like it was ideal housing for at least thirty very lucky horses. Parking in a small gravel lot outside a small building attached to the stables that she assumed was their office, Kayla started towards the barn area where she heard voices. A tall man built like a brick house was entering from the open double doors at the other end of the neatly swept, concrete floor of the stables and as he approached her, she noted the signature moss green eyes that labeled him a McGilley.
    “Ouch, that must’ve hurt,” Kayla greeted him, her gaze caressing the scar that ran down the side of one sun weathered cheek. Sandy hair worn long and shaggy framed a tough as nails face, but those eyes were as warm as the sun today.
    Raising a brow, Donovan found her honest observation refreshing. “Most women take pains avoiding looking at it or mentioning it, especially when first meeting me.”
    Kayla shrugged, replying, “I’m not most women, I see no reason to dance around the obvious. It’s there, it’s obvious and it does absolutely nothing to distract from your looks. But, I’m sure you know that.”
    “You looking for Brett?” Donovan asked, liking this young woman dressed head to toe in hot pink.
    “As a matter of fact, I am. Let