“Everyone good?” asked Ham.
“We’re good. I assume you’re here with news?” asked Patrick. Ham nodded turning to look at April. She stared at the big, beefy man and realized that this was another group of incredibly beautiful people.
“You must be April,” he smiled. “I’m Ham. I think we need to speak.”
“Am I in trouble?” she asked.
“Not now. We’ve got your bag and we definitely have some questions.”
CHAPTER TEN
After dropping their bags in their own cottages, they were to meet for dinner in the cafeteria. April had no luggage at all, so she waited in the living room of Quinn’s cottage just staring at the amazing artwork, antiques, and photos.
When he walked back down the hallway, he was wearing jeans, a sweatshirt and worn boots. Before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
“Hello,” called Margo walking in with Priscilla. “We brought you some things.”
“Oh, that’s so nice,” said April.
“We have a store of clothing and personal items, hygiene, that type of thing. We often rescue children, men, women, even animals and everyone needs something. Since we knew your size we were able to bring you some things,” said Priscilla pushing the rolling bag forward.
“That’s a lot of things! I mean, that’s a big suitcase,” said April.
“You’ll be here for a while,” smiled Margo. “At least we hope that you will. Go ahead and change. It’s still a bit chilly here and the evenings get very cool.”
“Your bedroom is down the hall on the left,” said Quinn. She smiled at him taking the suitcase and rolling it down the hall. She turned to face the women.
“Thank you both. You’ll never know how grateful I am for all of this.” They smiled at her, nodding, then turned to leave. As Margo started to shut the door, she looked at her son and nodded.
“She’s perfect for you, Quinn. Just don’t scare her away.”
“Scare her? Why would I scare her?” he frowned. His mother only laughed, Priscilla giving him a big smile as well. “What the hell did they mean by that?”
“Mean by what?” asked April.
He turned to see her in the cutest pair of jeans, faded to perfection and hugging her little body. She wore a navy-blue sweater that molded to those gorgeous breasts of hers and she’d braided her hair, sweeping it over one shoulder.
“Wow,” he smiled. “You look great.”
“Thank you. What did you mean? Mean by what?”
“Oh, my mother thinks you’re amazing and that I should be careful to not scare you away.”
“I see,” she smiled.
“Am I scaring you away?” he frowned.
“No, Quinn. You’re just a lot to get used to. Men like you don’t just walk up to me and say come home with me on my family’s private jet and stay in my amazing cottage filled with antiques. You’re an anomaly for sure.”
“Am I? I figured being a triplet took that off the table,” he smirked walking toward her. He looked down at the dark brown cowboy boots and felt an odd stirring in his gut.
“You are. Like I said you and your brothers might be triplets but you’re different men. I’m just afraid that I’m going to wake up from this dream and be left alone again.”
“I’m no dream, April. I’m real. I’m a real man, a genuine man.” He held out a hand to her. “Trust me?”
“More than I thought possible,” she whispered. He bent down, kissing her sweetly.
“Good because you’re about to be completely overwhelmed.”
