On her ring finger, what appears to be an engagement ring sparkles brightly.Her glossy chocolate-colored hair is messily tied up into a knot that barely holds; a stream of curls on one side and pin-straight tresses on the other side escaped and frame her face.
Zoomed in, her gaze shimmers with gold and diamonds, her eyes a rich brown flecked with specks of gray.Her eyelashes are thick and silky, her cheekbones prominent, her jaw perfectly curved around a mouth that is cushioned with lush lips, slightly parted in a bite-size pose.
But it’s the perfectly shaped slope of her breast that the robe reveals under her t-shirt, so ample she would fit into the palms of our rather large hands, the tip of her pink tongue peeking from those lovely full lips that sends blood roaring through my body down to my cock as I envision her completely naked on my bed, legs parted.
Fuck.What the hell is this?
But I’m not the only one with the same reaction.
Rafe, Tylan, and I have been purposely raised with a bond thicker than blood.We have each other’s backs.I’m the serious one.Rafe the thinker.Tylan the doer.
We don’t have the same taste in women, yet it’s clear from the glance we give each other that we’ve been punched in the cock by a messy dark-haired girl the instant we laid eyes on her.Which is fucking ridiculous.
We don’t do things like this.And that brings us right back to reality.If we want to get laid, there are less complicated ways to do it than with this unknown woman called Adalynn Miller.
But who the fuck is she?
“We don’t know this woman, Grandmother,” I say firmly, flexing my hands to physically shake off whatever the mere image of this woman has done to me.Unsurprisingly, Rafe and Tylan do the same.
“Well, apparently, she’s your fiancée.Are you going to deny that?”Our grandmother drags her gaze across all three of us, from Rafe on my right, to me, to Tylan on my left.
Who the hell is she speaking to?
“Who?Mine?”we ask simultaneously, then look at each other as if we’re in some skit in a comedy show.What the actual fuck is going on?
“Oh.All three of you.All three of you are engaged to this girl, Adalynn Miller.”
Accusing, yes, we take it as an accusation that one of us is engaged is one thing; all three of us being engaged to the same woman who looks like that quite another.
I shake my head.
“Nope,” Tylan says, a grin breaking out on his face.“How did you even come to the conclusion that we’re all three engaged to one woman?”
“We have our means.”
“So you hired a sniper photographer to spy on her?”Rafe asks.
“Well, we needed to observe her in her natural habitat for a bit,” Aunt Jane says.
“But we have some interesting evidence,” Aunt Louise adds.
She pulls out another glossy photo.
What the hell.Is that real?She could have meant some other Cove, Rafe, and Tylan, right?
“Still want to deny it?”
It’s a damn coincidence, nothing more.
“Yes, because we didn’t even know she existed until five minutes ago,” I say forcefully.
“I don’t know...this feels different,” Aunt Jane says, but not to us; she’s talking to the other two women.
We don’t bother to ask how it feels different.We already know Aunt Jane is going to give us some woo-woo crap.About destiny and fate and meant-to-be-togethers.
Okay, it’s time to wrap this up.
“Grandmother, aunts, this has been fun, but we have work to do.”
