Lifting her trembling fingers to my lips, I murmur, “You have my heart, my love, and my loyalty, Carys. On the anniversary of a day when I knew I’d never be the same.”
“When you walked in my office the first time, I realized I never would either,” she whispers.
“I wish I had recognized it sooner.” I start to apologize for the eight millionth time, but she’s shaking her head.
“We happened the way we were supposed to happen,” she says simply.
A smile breaks out across my face. “Rather like our proposal happened the way it was supposed to happen?”
She nods emphatically. “Demanding, full of heat, and unpredictable. Exactly like we’ve been from the beginning.”
Lowering my head to hers, I kiss her with all the wild passion she stirs in me. “In other words, perfect.”
About the Author
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Three Hearts
Three Hearts
By Leigh Lennon
Three Hearts
Copyright @2020 Leigh Lennon
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About Three Hearts
Abigail
I’m on my way to see my best bitches—a girls weekend, when I become stranded on the side of the road. My brother has a great idea—call his best friends who live only miles from where I stand destitute. One major problem, I’ve loved both of these men for as long as I can remember. The bigger problem—they’re in a committed relationship. But, what can I do when their intentions are made clear, on the night of lovers. Their intention? Me.
Fans of both MMF and Brother’s Best Friend get the best of both worlds in this MMF version of My Brother’s Best Friend(s).
Chapter One
Abigail
You’ve heard about falling for your brother’s best friend, right? What happens when you fall head over heels for the two men who are your brother’s best friends? This isn’t an illusion or a what-if scenario. It’s my current reality. This is all that’s running through my mind, looking at my brother’s text, while the engine of my brand new car has locked up on the side of I-25.
And because no one is more protective of me in this world than my brother, he has a genius idea, with him stuck in our home town of Raton, on the New Mexico side of the Colorado/New Mexico border.
Zander: You’re only minutes from Ren and Landon. They’re outside of Colorado Springs. I called them. The second they heard you’re on the side of the road, they practically ran to their car. Sit tight, they both will take good care of you, while your vehicle is getting fixed.
My brother has always been the fixer in my life. I appreciate the effort, especially since I’m stuck in BFE, so far removed from larger towns. I’m surprised my cell has any bars. But, Ren Ellison and Landon Baxter—they’re the images I’ve fallen asleep to nightly for years. And the fact they’re in a committed relationship, together, makes it even more taboo and fucking sexy!
To make matters worse, I’d been on my way to a girl's weekend, kicking the trip off a little earlier than usual, as all my favorite bitches are single like me, on Valentine’s Day of all days.
I’m cursed, to be stuck with the fantasy duo I can’t ever have; on the day of lovers.
I send my regrets to my best bitch. If the car needs minor repairs, I can still get to Denver by tomorrow, only missing out on one day with my bitch posse.
Bringing the mirror down, I begin to primp myself for the beautiful men on their way to rescue my ass on the side of the road. Pulling my almost white hair up in a high bun and applying a little bit of mascara to bring out the topaz in my blue eyes, Shayna’s return text startles me.
In her reply, at least I’m entertained on the side of the road when I cackle in the middle of nowhere. This girl is the only one who knows of my intense longing for both men.
Shayna: Ah, I’d say it’s time for an Abbie sandwich. Just make sure you squeeze both the buns.
In my brand new Challenger, I’m almost crying at her analogy, so I don’t hear the lull of Landon’s Camaro when he taps on my passenger side door. I can see in his smirk he’s achieved his goal, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me.
As I roll it down, his bright white smile with one small chipped tooth, still has my heart pitter-pattering, like he had when I was fourteen, and he was seventeen. Now twelve years later, I’m a successful photographer, making a name in my field with the same silly crush for both him and Ren.
“Good afternoon, my fine lady. Fancy meeting you here.” Landon has always been the more entertaining of the two, where Ren is the moody and broody type yet still sensitive and sweet.
“Yes, my good sir,” I reply. “My horse no longer seems to be able to pull my chariot and is in need of an overhaul, even though he’s quite young.”
We both experience a good laugh over our silliness. Landon makes his way over to my side, helping me out of my vehicle.
“I can’t tell your brother you got ran over by another car.” His rough hand reaches for mine, making my pulse race as his intense gaze flashes with my own. “Man, Abs, you are looking good, girl.” Interlacing his hands with mine, he tugs me back behind my car, all while Ren slides out of the passenger door. His darker features are fixed in on me, and as he approaches, he bumps his man out of the way.
“Yo, dude, share her with your better half.” His arms open, emptying the space between us and engulfing me close with his massive body. He leans his head down, and his lips are at my ear. “I’m not sure if I should be happy to see you or be pissed as hell you were so close and didn’t plan to stop by.”
“Well,” I begin, pulling back from him, taking in his rugged darker features. “I’ve been on a mission. It’s the bitch posse reunion, and since we’re all single, we wanted to paint the town, this Valentine’s Day, all six of us.” Pointing to the two of them, I begin again. “And who wants to babysit their best friend’s annoying little sister on the day set aside for love?”