Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“Because once we get you in that room, we might not ever leave.” Hayden winks playfully, then without giving her a warning, he lifts her over his shoulder.
“Hayden!” she screeches. “Put me down!”
A loud slap to her ass is his only response as he carries her down the beach and straight into the water.
We spend the day playing in the water and lounging between the sun and the shade. We walk to a small seafood restaurant for lunch, and then once Bree announces she’s all sunned out, we head back inside to relax and get ready for tonight.
“Who’s joining me in the shower?” Bree asks, eyeing us both seductively. Since we’re determined to take her out before taking her to bed, we both shake our heads, knowing our restraint is only a small tug away from completely unraveling.
“Seriously?” She pouts. “Neither of you want to shower with me?” She glances back and forth between the two of us, and when neither of us gives in, she sighs. “Fine. I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself.”
She turns on her heel, and it only takes Hayden and me point-two seconds to chase after her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
AUBREE
“I can’t believe you did this,” I say in awe as I stare at myself in the floor-length mirror.
When we got out of the shower, where neither guy would do anything other than help me wash my body, I went to my luggage, prepared to grab one of the two dresses I had brought. Instead, I found a large black box with a fancy gold ribbon on top waiting for me on the bed. Inside, I found a crystal floral embellished Oscar de la Renta halter mini dress in my size. I’m not a fashion expert, but even I know that name.
When I pulled the dress out, I stared at it for several seconds, afraid to put it on. But when Brody came over and softly kissed my bare shoulder, telling me that he couldn’t wait to see me in it, I got to work getting ready.
Since we’re in hot and humid Miami, I curled my hair in loose waves and put on light makeup, not wanting it to all drip off my face. I put on the beautiful dress and matching heels and then walked over to the mirror, where I’m standing right now, staring at myself. For the first time in a long time, I like what I see.
Instead of looking like a mourning, exhausted single mom, I’m happy and glowing. Like a woman who’s well rested and isn’t working herself into the ground anymore. Who’s falling in love…
“You deserve the world,” Hayden says, stepping behind me, his warmth radiating between us. He’s dressed in a pair of black slacks and a maroon button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tattoos. One day, I’m going to ask him to tell me what they mean. His hair is gelled in such a way that it looks naturally messy and sexy.
With one hand on the curve of my hip, he dusts my hair to the side and peppers a couple of kisses along my jawline. “And if you let Brody and me, we’d like nothing more than to give it to you.”
My thoughts go back to the letter Pete wrote me, asking—no, demanding—that I find love. I wonder if he would be okay with me being with two men.
As the thought swirls around in my head, Brody appears in the mirror on the other side of me—dressed similarly to Hayden, only his shirt is royal blue. “You look stunning,” he says, leaning down and kissing my cheek.
And as I look at the reflections of the two men who have quickly worked their way into my heart, I know without a doubt Pete would approve because all he ever wanted was for me to be happy and loved, and I have that in spades with these two.
“Good evening, Mr. Fields,” a beautiful raven-haired hostess with bright blue eyes and bloodred luscious lips says when we walk into Harmony, a restaurant that Brody told me his company bought last year and renovated and might be selling—if the price is right.
Since he said he hasn’t been here in several months, it blows my mind that this woman would know who he is, but at the same time, it doesn’t surprise me because he’s beautiful—with his hypnotic hazel eyes and pouty lips—in a way that goes straight to a woman’s libido.
When Brody simply smiles at her and says, “Good evening” back, she takes it as her cue to move the one-sided conversation forward.
“Your table is ready.” With a sensual sway to her hips that would probably draw a gay man’s eyes to her ass, she walks ahead of us, and the confidence I had before we arrived diminishes slightly, wondering why on earth two beautiful, wealthy, young men are with me when they could be with her.