Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share Read Online Free

Parker curled his arm around her shoulders, offering support. “Women say I have a very comfortable shoulder to cry on.”
    His voice came through her headset like a beacon of light and reassurance. She glanced over at him and his broad chest. She bet he did have a very comfortable shoulder. She snorted slightly at his attempt to make her smile, but the understanding in his eyes forced the dam to burst.
    With a loud hiccup, she dropped her head on his shoulder and let the tears flow.
    PARKER HAD A hard time listening to her soft sobs. He hated to hear women cry. He always felt helpless. She’d held up so well until Steve had basically turned his back on her. Parker would have liked nothing more at the moment than to deck the guy, but he was hoping her friend would eventually come around.
    It was a lot to take in. Being shot and his whole life turned upside down, all because his friend wanted to help someone. It wasn’t fair.
    Grayson glanced at them over his shoulder, and Parker didn’t miss the spark of interest in his cousin’s gaze. Their connection wasn’t just proximity or closeness of family. Born from identical twin sisters in the same year, they’d been together since birth. Parker believed it was something his mother had done. Both sisters dabbled in witchcraft. Still did today. Parker was convinced his mother had woven a spell of protection around him and Grayson that had somehow bound them and given them a mental connection that at times was quite strange.
    Parker knew when Grayson was upset or hurt and vice versa. A few times Grayson had been hit somewhere and the bruise would show up on Parker, or Parker had been cut and Grayson would get the scar. Some of those had been more than a little difficult to explain, so they hadn’t. They’d remained silent and let everyone make their own determinations, and there had been quite a lot of doozies.
    Right now, looking into Grayson’s eyes, Parker could feel Grayson’s attraction to Cheyenne. Parker felt that attraction too. She was adorable. Smart and pretty, even with all the twigs still in her hair and smudges of blood and dirt on her face. And those eyes. They were the most unusual shade of blue. Not sky blue like his and Grayson’s, but a bright turquoise color.
    She was about five feet six. The top of her head came to his shoulders. As they sat in the backseat, he realized how nicely she fit against him. Thoughts of sharing her with Grayson ran through his mind, and he blinked to clear his head. He had no business going there. She was under their protection.
    He looked at Grayson and shook his head slightly. They both needed to get a grip on this. No sharing the witness.

Chapter Four
    Cheyenne stood back and stared at the secluded, three-story cabin nestled on the mountains above Gatlinburg, Tennessee. She’d always wanted to come here. It was a shame that, under the circumstances, she wouldn’t get to explore it.
    “We called ahead with your sizes, so the local Tennessee Bureau of Investigation agents should’ve left a few outfits here for you,” Grayson said as he came to stand next to her.
    She lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the afternoon sun setting over his shoulder. “Thank you.”
    He was so gorgeous, and his tall, muscular body left her feeling vulnerable and a bit warm inside.
    Her stomach loudly protested the fact she’d missed lunch earlier. As soon as she heard the sound, she cringed, and her face heated with embarrassment. She always hated when her stomach did that. “What about food?” she asked.
    With his face in shadow, it was hard to see his expression, but she’d have sworn she saw his lips twitch. “The cabin is always stocked, although there may be a few things we’ll need still. We’ll see what we have, and then I’ll make a run to town if necessary.”
    She nodded and turned back to the cabin. The setting sun gave the dark wood a reddish hue. Two chimneys stood tall on either side of the house, like sentries