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. 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. 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. 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. 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?

Cowboy Sandwich

The closer Christmas got, the more Barry knew he wasn’t ready. The gift idea for his men had proved more complicated than he’d first imagined. Though it irked him, he’d have to give it to them in a partially finished form. But that maybe was a good thing. They’d get a kick out of helping with it. 


Things in the kitchen were better organized. Barry had been able to make some items ahead of time, but keeping the men out of the food storage boxes was almost a fulltime job in itself. 


To extend the sense of Christmas, he’d begun serving some of his seasonal favorites before Jake’s birthday.


“What are these?” Jimmy said, biting into one of the treats before Barry had even finished setting the plate down.


“Mince pies. Although I guess you’d probably call them mince meat pies,” Barry explained. “I used French flan pastry for the cases, although some people just use regular pastry. The filling is a mixture of dried fruit, spices, brandy and suet.”


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