The Boys Who Loved Me - Krista Wolf Page 0,77
it contained something that made it even more precious: my parents.
“You… you don’t know what this means to me,” I stammered quietly. “It’s everything.”
I did my best to compose myself, while they stood there in silence. Their smiles were brighter than they’d ever been. In three whole years of dating them, of loving them, of building our businesses together, my heart had never been more deeply touched.
“You know, you still haven’t given us an answer,” Luke said finally.
“A—An answer?”
“Yes,” laughed Warren. “You do remember the question, don’t you?”
The question. My mind raced a mile a minute! The question… the question…
“Oh yes!” I cried out excitedly. “Of course I’ll marry you!”
I threw my arms around them, kissing them one by one. Their strong arms held me tight. Passing me back and forth, they made sure each of them got ample time.
“You realize this means all of us,” said Warren. “Right?”
“Yes!”
“You’ll have three husbands,” said Adrian. “Three times the mess we’re gonna make. Three times the pain in the ass.”
“Bring it on,” I smirked, playing their game.
“Three times the jackassery,” Luke teased. “Three times the—”
“Three times the love,” I jumped in. “Three times the awesomeness. Three times the birthday presents! And let’s not forget, three times the sex…”
That part I already knew well enough, having all moved into our new place just over two years ago. It wasn’t a house we owned — at least not yet — but it was a house we’d made into a home, together, as a foursome. It was a house we could raise a few babies in as well, while saving for our dream house. The one we’d already vowed to build together, once we found the perfect plot of land.
“You still want to go out tonight?” asked Adrian, looking me over. I was still bawling my eyes out, my makeup running down my cheeks. “We could always order room service, or—”
“Are you kidding?” I laughed. “And miss a sizzling night out on the town with my three hot new fiancés?”
I spun free, thinking about what underwear I’d change into. Not that it mattered. Once we got back to the suite, it would probably be utterly obliterated.
“Give me ten minutes to re-do my makeup and we’re out of here!”
I ran off, happier than I’d ever been. I’d always known I would love being engaged. But right now, with these three guys?
Hell, I’d marry them tomorrow if I could.
“Wait…” I called excitedly from the next room. “Does this mean I get three engagement rings?”
Their total silence was golden, and I laughed inwardly as they struggled to answer. It was going to be a great night. No, a legendary night.
Three husbands.
The idea was no more daunting than making three boyfriends happy. And so far, I’d been doing a pretty fantastic job at that.
Three children.
At least three children to be more accurate, according to Warren and Adrian who both insisted upon more. Luke and I were still on the fence about that part, but it was a bridge we’d cross when we came to it.
A thriving business.
The garage had been busier than ever, thanks to our move. We had tons of new work from all around, plus a good number of restorations to keep Warren happy. Adrian and Luke had even rented a scissor lift, and were in the process of fixing up the old drive-in movie screen. The plan was to show free summer movies next year, for children of the surrounding townships. Only we’d be laying out blankets in the grass rather than parking spaces for cars.
And another business on the way…
I’d not only acquired my veterinary technician’s license, but I’d also agreed to take over the animal hospital when Emmett retired. Which could be any moment now really, because with each passing year he’d wink at me and promise it was ‘probably’ his last.
Didn’t matter. I loved the work anyway, and always came home happy.
“You almost ready?” I heard Warren call. “We’re starving.”
“One second!”
I finished cleaning the streaks from my cheeks and reapplying my mascara. Other than my eyes being a tiny bit puffy from crying, I was back in business.
“Okay, let’s roll.”
Back in the main suite, my three hot dates were more than ready. Two of them looped their arms through mine, while the third held the door open.
“You’re spoiled,” Adrian quipped. “You know that?”
“Oh I’m well aware,” I replied nonchalantly. “But I spoil you boys too and you know it.”
One by one I poked them, on the way to the elevator. It felt good