Jenny, he decided, now represented home. Where she was, he would be. And Cody, also.As he rose from the bed and looked down to where his friend still cradled her lush, naked form, the Englishman wondered why he felt no jealousy. The sharing of a woman was usually something done in a debauched drunken state, the details something to be reflected on later through hazy recollections.But this moment between the three of them had crystallized so perfectly, and felt so right. The night before, they’d fought over Jenny. Today, they’d both claimed her as their own.Nigel pulled on his pants and walked to the kitchen, where he put on a pot of strong coffee. He pulled a second cup from the cabinet as Cody emerged from the bedroom, dressed now in his pants and an open shirt.The men sat in silence at the table for a moment once the coffee was done and poured.“Well, everyone’s seen her now,” Nigel said. “There’s not a man in the camp or in the town who won’t know we’ve got a woman up here.”“She’s ours now.
