There was one thing better than Montana. Though Cray’s ranch sat on nearly twenty acres of lush land and rolling hills, all dotted with tall pine trees and featuring two large ponds—and the house was more of a luxurious winter lodge than a rustic cabin—there was something more she fell in love with than the Big Sky and the fresh air and the wide-open spaces. Two very hot and hunky shapeshifters. Cray added another log to the fire blazing in the ginormous bedroom she now shared with him and Jude. She crossed from the dressing room Cray had designed for her by blowing out a wall to the bedroom next to the master suite and remodeling it to accommodate her extensive clothing and shoe collection. Both men had made concessions for her, actually. Jane had decided to continue working with Drake at Body Scenes. Because the club was only open once a month, she was able to do all of her invitation planning via the Internet in Montana. Then she spent a long weekend in Manhattan every month to manage the club when it was open.
