I almost mentioned looking for someone suited to our lifestyle, but decided it was only fair to have the conversation when all three of us were present. What they didn’t know was that I’d been thinking ahead. My father had been pushing me to settle down and produce the next generation. Instinct rebelled at the idea, but our children would have three fathers. They wouldn’t be diminished if anything happened to one of us.
The problem was that I didn’t want anyone like the women we’d shared in the past. Which brought me right back to square one.
I yanked the door open as Alec exited the car, not noticing my pause.
Nick was sprawled on the couch.
Alec tugged at his tie, sliding it free before removing his suit jacket.
I was about to ask about dinner when Nick’s phone screen caught my eye. I leaned in behind him and snatched it from his hand.
He was scrolling through some woman’s Instagram.
“Are you planning on flying solo on this one?” I asked sharply, scrolling through her page.
“Hardly,” he snorted.
No. She looked too wholesome.
She had long chestnut-brown hair, a hint of red catching the light. I zoomed in. Her eyes weren’t blue—they were grey.
Unusual.
I scrolled again until I found holiday photos in Devon.
My gaze followed the curve of her hips to her thighs. Thick enough to withstand us. Wide enough for what I had in mind. The strap of her swimsuit cut into her hip, the slight bulge drawing my attention to her stomach.
She wasn’t skinny, not like the women in our world with plastic surgery and fillers. Hers were full, but proportionate. She was naturally beautiful.
“No way,” Alec said, chuckling, pulling my attention back to the conversation.
“Yup. He offered up his daughter, claiming she’d pay us back in full.”
“Is this her?” I asked casually.
“Yeah. I was checking her social media to see if she had the potential to pay up.” He raised his hand for his phone.
Further down, there was a photo of her standing beside two other women, all of them wearing navy tunics with white trim and matching trousers.
A nurse.
That could be useful in more ways than one.
I memorised her handle and passed the phone back to Nick.
“How much is owed?” I asked.
“Since when do you care about Hustle debt?” Alec said.
The fucker had always been sharp—even at uni.
“Just curious. Bring her into Dominion tomorrow,” I said lightly, just to see their reactions.
Nick’s head snapped toward me. Alec eyed me with suspicion.
“Let me see her,” Alec said, holding his hand out.
“What the fuck is wrong with you two today?” Nick muttered, but slapped the phone into Alec’s palm.
