Page 106 of Twins for Three Bad Boys

Fletcher shifts slightly. “It sure hasn’t. But I’m sure you already know that.”

I look at him.

“I care about you, June. I have from the start, and I don’t want to stop dating you.”

My skin feels too tight, prickling with awareness.

This is weird. Conversations like this just don’t happen in real life. And certainly not to me.

Rex chuckles softly, clearly trying not to spook me.

“Guess it’s my turn.” He meets my eyes, warm and open. “I think you’re incredible, June. I’ve been thinking about you more than I probably should.”

Silence crashes down around us.

Three men. Three confessions.

My brain short-circuits.

“This is…” I laugh weakly. “This is insane.”

“It is,” Rex agrees easily. “But that doesn’t make it wrong.”

I look from one to the other, searching for pressure. Expectation. A trap.

There isn’t one.

They’re waiting for me.

The realization hits harder than the words.

I’ve spent years being told who I am. What’s appropriate. What I’m allowed to want.

And sitting here, wrapped in lamplight and honesty, something inside me cracks open.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” I admit.

Wayne is gentle. “You don’t have to say anything. If this makes you uncomfortable, we walk away. No consequences.”

The word consequences echoes.

I think of all the times I swallowed myself to avoid them.

My pulse skids.

“But,” I say slowly, “if I’m honest…”

Three sets of eyes lock onto me.

“I don’t know how to choose.”

Rex smirks. “You know, darlin’, you don’t have to choose.” He glances between the other guys. “You could choose all of us.”

Rex’s words land softly, but they ripple outward like a stone dropped into water.

Choose all of us.

The idea shouldn’t make sense. It shouldn’t even be possible. And yet my body reacts before my brain can argue. Warmth blooms low in my stomach, and my pulse kicks hard because it recognizes something true before I do.