Page 177 of Twins for Three Bad Boys

“What?”

“You cannot look this cute when there are already enough feelings in the room.”

I laugh. “You think it’s okay?”

Millie’s expression softens. “June. You look like yourself. Just shinier. You’re going to have the best date ever.”

By the time I step out into the hallway to show Millie out, I can hear voices drifting. The creak of boots. Sandra’s laugh drifting in from the kitchen.

And then, as I descend the stairs, I catch sight of Wayne.

It should not be legal for a man to look that good in his own foyer.

Dark jeans. Black button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. Hair slightly too long, a little messy, like he ran his hand through it on purpose, and it somehow made things worse in the best possible way.

His gaze lands on me and stays there.

Helpless heat rolls through my stomach.

Fletcher hears Millie leaving and comes to check me out too. He’s in dark denim and a charcoal Henley that clings in a way that’s deeply unfair. Broad shoulders. Scarred hands. That quiet, watchful face that always makes me sure he sees too much.

And then Rex appears in a fitted cream sweater and dark jacket as if he walked out of a catalog designed specifically to ruin women’s peace.

His hazel eyes crinkle when he smiles at me.

“Well, now,” he drawls. “That hardly seems sporting.”

Sandra appears from the kitchen carrying Evan’s little overnight bag and beams at me. “Oh, honey, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I say, because Sandra can make almost any compliment sound like a blessing.

Evan barrels into the hallway in dinosaur socks and immediately skids to a stop.

“June!” He throws himself at my legs, then leans back to inspect me with great seriousness. “You look fancy.”

“Thank you.”

“Like a forest princess.”

I place a hand over my heart. “That’s exactly what I was going for.”

He nods. “Good.”

Then he looks at his father and squints. “You look fancy too, Dad.”

Wayne grunts. “Thanks, buddy.”

“And Fletcher.”

“Thanks.”

“And Rex.”

Rex bows slightly. “I dressed just for you.”

Evan seems pleased by this.

Sandra rolls her eyes fondly. “I think he’s trying to hand out ratings.”