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Cowboy Sandwich

Barry Logan’s day starts out shitty and continues to go down the crapper. His car breaks down in the Middle of Nowhere, Colorado. The only mechanic for miles is out of town, forcing Barry to hole up and await his return. Bored and hungry, Barry goes to the town’s only bar in search of food and entertainment. The former is almost inedible, but his interest in the latter is piqued when two specimens of cowboy perfection walk in.<br><br>Barry has always had a thing for cowboys, and he’s been on a mission to get up close and personal with as many as possible before flying home to England. Having two cowboys at the same time would be a new experience, and one Barry is eager to try. So when the two men leave the bar, Barry follows in hot pursuit. He overhears them arguing about whose turn it is to bottom that night. Without thinking, Barry offers his services.<br><br>Jimmy Pierce and Jake Wilson drive Barry back to the Double J ranch for a night of wild passion he won’t forget. The next morning, Barry wakes in an empty bed to a beeping smoke alarm. It seems the ranch cook quit the night before, leaving Jimmy, Jake, and their three ranch hands to fend for themselves.<br><br>Barry immediately takes charge. His cooking meets with everyone’s approval, and he agrees to stay on both in the kitchen and in Jimmy’s and Jake’s bed. The two cowboys are physically demonstrative, both with each other as well as with Barry, who finds himself falling fast for both of them. It’s like a dream come true -- Barry has two men and a job he loves.<br><br>But petty jealousies, rivalries, and miscommunications threaten to shatter the dream, and when Barry’s scheming ex shows up, things get even worse. Sandwiched between two cowboy lovers, has Barry bitten off more than he can chew?

Drew Hunt
Peringkat tidak cukup
91 Chs

Chapter 30

“I stuffed the birds with thyme, onion, and half a vanilla bean. It’s a bit unusual I know, but I think it adds an extra layer of subtle flavor.”

“Vanilla, that’s it!” Liam said before pushing another forkful into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed and took a drink of his bottled beer. “I love vanilla. Never had it in chicken though.”

Barry smiled. There was another benefit of having Bess dine with them. The men didn’t talk with their mouths full.

“How did you get the skin of the chicken so crispy?” Bess asked.

“I coated it in butter then sprinkled on some salt, pepper, and garlic powder. I’ve found that if you roast the chicken at a high temperature it crisps the skin by melting the fat. Then you can lower the temperature and cook the meat.”

“I’ll have to remember that, too.”

Barry nodded, wondering how Mr. Wilson would react to having chicken served at his table. Maybe Bess would wait until he went on one of his fishing weekends.