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“Because I am not my father, or yours, or Buzz’s. I just want to be a dad and spend my life with the woman I fell in love with. Be a family,” Jonas said from his heart.
“Go get her then,” Frankie replied with a grin. It seemed he had finally won her over.
“And don’t mess up,” Louisa added, reaching out a hand to him.
Grabbing it, he asked, “Will you two come with me and have my back?”
“Fight with my sisters?” Frankie asked as if she had never done that with Louisa.
“Possibly.” He couldn’t say it wouldn’t happen; he was sure it would.
“I’m in if Muhammad Ali there is.” Frankie pointed at Louisa, whose only answer was an enthusiastic nod.
His sisters were backing him on this, but they might side with their new sisters if push came to shove. On the drive over, they seemed enthused about the prospects of battling every woman in that house in order to find the one he loved. It seemed they were both into romance at the moment, and this operation had taken on an air of a fairy tale—a written one, of course, or so Louisa had informed him as she patted him on the head.
Pulling to a stop outside the house Buzz lived in. The house he hadn’t been to since the day he had found out she was his stepsister. That was when his nerves started to catch up with him. Maybe Buzz didn’t want him in her life; maybe she was happy with how they had parted.
And perhaps his two young sisters were not who he should have brought for this operation. In the house, all the lights were blazing, which meant the house was probably full of people. Maybe even husbands who would kill for their women.
Out of the car and into the cold night, he walked up the front steps and onto the porch before knocking on the door. Within seconds, the door flew open, and the teenager from lunch so long ago looked him up and down and said dryly, “You’re not the pizza guy.”
Then she slammed the door in his face before he could even respond. Not that he had a response planned for that.
Knocking again, he was sure that the kid was telling everyone he was there, and they were mobilizing.
“Maybe you should get pizza and bring it back. I didn’t think of a distraction before. I think you need a distraction,” Frankie said from behind him.
“Go back to the car. I’ll tell you if I need you,” he hissed at her.
“But then we’ll be way far away in the car, unable to help,” Louisa said. “I like the pizza idea.”
Before he could shush them again, the door opened once more, and the same teenager looked at them. She held the door open wide and yelled, “See? I told you it wasn’t the pizza guy. Just that guy Buzz let get her prego.”
Then she slammed the door on him again, except he was quicker this time and put his foot out to stop the door from actually shutting. When it bounced off his shoe, he pushed his way into the house.
Yes, he knew he was trespassing, but the teenager wasn’t letting him in, and nobody else would answer the door.
Clearing his throat, he stood straight and stated, “I would like to talk to Beatrix.”
“What’s the password?” a black-haired woman asked. She and been at the house weeks before also and had been the one who had given him Beatrix’s name the night they had sex in the bathroom, though he didn’t know her name, much less a password.
He said the first word he thought of, “Toast.”
A brunette popped up and gave him the most surprised expression he had ever seen before. “Holy cow, man, that was it. How did you even know that?”
“Lucky guess,” he said, just as a pillow hit him in the head.
“You ass. Get out of the house,” Harper stated and came after him at a full run. He may not have played football long, but he knew when he was going to be tackled.
That was until Frankie popped in front of him and took the blonde down with a groan. Instantly, the battle was on, with the brunette hurdling the couch and the black-haired woman rushing his way. Louisa took on the brunette, and he headed for the stairs at a sprint.
It wasn’t going to be easy to outrun these women, but he had to try.
Up the stairs, he was happy all the doors were open, and the rooms were empty, except one had a redhead sitting, reading a book on a bed. Dodging hands, he rushed into the room and shut the door, locking it behind him.
Leaning against the door, he could hear someone on the other side trying to open it. First with the nob, then with pounding, and then he was sure with a shoulder. There was a loud thud, then a curse.
“They have the key,” Buzz said calmly.
