of my own, thinking about the weekend the three of them had proposed. Senan was my first... and I was about to marry my first. That was romantic. Hell, I was about to marry my second and third, too, and that was even more romantic as far as I was concerned.
“You okay?” he chuckled, as I kept on staring.
“Fine,” I smiled, sliding my arms around him. “More than fine.”
His expression softened, and he looked like Kylie again. More and more I saw it: that brother-sister resemblance. Since we’d been keeping up with her treatments, Kylie had actually been showing signs of improvement. She looked at us now, and not just blankly. She actually saw us…
My heart swelled just thinking about it. Once, a month ago, she actually turned her head all the way in our direction as we walked into the room. Senan’s mother had screamed — literally shrieked and fallen to her daughter’s knees, tears of joy streaming down her face.
That one scream had been worth everything in the world.
“Ready for lunch?” Ander asked, rubbing his stomach.
“You mean brunch?” Brett countered. “Because I want eggs.”
“Whatever, man.”
He elbowed his friend, who elbowed him back. As the two of them got into it, Senan smiled at me over the both of them. He made the gesture of knocking their heads together, Three Stooges-style.
“When do we start clearing?” I asked him.
“As soon as the machines get here.”
“And you guys can drive them?”
He laughed. “Umm… we can operate them,” he said a little defensively.
“Don’t worry,” Ander winked. “We’ll get better with practice.”
I rolled my eyes and the guys laughed. “Just make sure you don’t take down each other.”
“Roger that,” Brett saluted.
“Because I need all three of you,” I said. “In one piece.”
Ander shook his head playfully. “I dunno,” he sighed. “Sounds greedy.”
“Yeah,” Senan went along. “Three guys. For one girl?” He shrugged dramatically. “I’d think you could afford to lose one and still be happy.”
I sauntered into the middle of them, pulling them close. One by one I kissed them, slowly, sensuously, with meaning… and love.
“I’m not losing anyone,” I declared. I took their hands and placed them on my stomach. “If anything, we’re multiplying.”
Senan grinned. Ander and Brett’s eyes went wide.
“A—Are you saying you’re—”
“NO!” I broke out laughing. Then more gently, “No, not all all. But I will be, eventually. Not long after the honeymoon, hopefully, when I hand the three of you my birth control pills…”
“And we throw them right in the ocean,” Ander said with a nod.
I smiled, remembering our agreement. “That’s right. But for now…”
My hands slid over their chests, and slowly down their stomachs. I let my fingers slide past their belts. Linger teasingly over their jeans — as well as the lumps in the front of those jeans — before throwing my head back with a wistful sigh.
“For now it’ll be plenty of fun to just practice.”
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Chapter One
KARISSA
“We’ve got the plasterers here tomorrow,” I said, “and the plumbers in the morning. The electric should be all roughed out on the east wing already, but contact Marius just to make sure. We can’t be ripping the walls open once they’re stuccoed.”
“No,” my foreman smiled in agreement. “Wouldn’t be good.”
“Also, the HVAC guys need to get this shit all cleaned up before they leave today.” I pointed with my pencil, to where several jagged piles of sheet metal trimmings littered one side of the courtyard. “I saw two of them sneak off for the day already. The rest aren’t leaving until it’s all in the dumpster, though.”
“HVAC. Dumpster.” Oscar scratched at the side of his head. “Right.”
“You writing all this down?”
As usual, Oscar wasn’t writing anything down. That pissed me off, especially since I’d gotten him a new clipboard last week. I’d even threatened to duct tape it to his arm, but my foreman had only laughed.
“Speaking of dumpsters, I need that one emptied,” I said, pointing again. “Should’ve happened yesterday, really. Got it?”
“Yeah.”
“’Yeah’ doesn’t cut it,” I said, noticing he was already looking down again. “Oscar. Hey. Look at me.”
The foreman’s gaze finally swung my