“His name’s on the business, Ivy.‘On a Lark Bar & Grille,’ how could younotfind him?”
I sighed.“I said it wasn’t done.He has triplets who keep people away from him.”
There was a long pause on the line and I wondered if Chad were smoking.
“You’re telling me he donated his spermandhe had triplets with somebody?”
“I sure as hell hope not,” I blurted.
“What?Why?All you’veeverwanted was siblings.”
I chuckled.“Yeah, but not with a side effect of insta-lust.Those two were so hot, I had immediate visions of being between them.If we’re related… that’s just gross.”
“Being between three men is gross period, Ivy.Not to mention cumbersome.”
I laughed.“No, Chad.These triplets are two men and a woman.Even though I don’t swing that way, I’d be interested in her.Though… not if we’re related.”
“Oh,” he muttered.“Still.Why would he donate sperm if he already had kids?”
I contemplated that.“If I’m lucky, I’ll find out.It just won’t happen any time soon.”
“Why not?”
After a rueful chuckle, I took a deep breath.“Let’s just say, I’m determined to corner this man without either of these three people playing gate-keeper.That’s gonna take a while.”
Chapter 2
Are You Over Your Snit?
Ryan
Ishouldhavelookedaway, but that woman had a pull on me and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of her lush round ass swaying as she walked out the door.Something deep inside me said she was another one of Lark’s conquests, and I suspected she was pregnant to boot, which irritated me.
“How long do we have to do this shit for Lark?”I asked a moment after the door closed.
Killian shoved my shoulder.“We’re prospects.We do whatever the brothers tell us to for as long as it takes.”
I sighed.“What about Mick?She’s not a prospect.And Lark should handle his own shit.”
“Why are you so mad?”Killian asked.
My lips quirked and I shrugged, then faced my brother.“It’s fucked up.Telling women Lark’s not around.Why he sleeps with women half his age—”
“You don’t know that he slept with her,” Killian said, shaking his head.
A bitter laugh crept out of me.“I’m pretty sure she’s pregnant – and it pisses me off.”
Mickayla put a hand on the edge of the glass counter-top and used her other hand to flick her mass of wavy hair behind her shoulder.“Did shesayshe was pregnant?”
I shook my head.
My sister tilted her head, looking so much like Mom it wasn’t funny.“Then you don’tknowanything.Stop assuming, Ry.It isn’t like you.”
I couldn’t stop myself from arguing.“It isn’t like me, but my gut instincts are rarely wrong.”
Mick let go of the counter and leaned toward me.“You aren’t a woman, so please, do us both a favor here, and listen to me.Your gut can be, and very likelyis, wrong about her pregnancy status.She was cute and curvy – just how you like your women—”
“Mick,” I started.
