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Chapter 13

Meg

I feel large hands come around my waist, and I’m startled. But I recognize that deep voice...it’s Evan.

I turn around in his arms so that we’re face-to-face.

“And just what are you doing here?” I tease.

“Can’t I come say hello to my favorite girl?” he says.

Seeing him like this, directly in front of me, causes a flurry of butterflies to go off in my stomach. I haven’t even had breakfast yet. Evan looks as handsome as ever, perfectly dressed for this crisp, cool country morning.

“I just wasn’t expecting to see you, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m here now. Won’t you walk with me?” he asks.

I take his proffered arm, and we walk around the maze of greenery.

I like to get up early in the morning. I like the solace that comes with this time of day. I like to be up before anybody else, so that I have a few precious moments to myself.

Of course, I’m not at all upset that Evan has interrupted this. It’s a pleasant surprise. I’ve been wanting to talk to him for a while now.

I saw him at the party, and he invited me to dinner last night. But aside from that, we haven’t had much interaction. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about him.

He’s been on my mind almost constantly. I’ve been wondering what it is about me that he doesn’t like or appreciate because he hasn’t approached me like a couple of the other guys have.

Both Matt and Paul have made their intentions known, but it seems like Ian and Evan are either taking their time. Or I’m just not the girl for them. But then, Evan is here now, and I choose to focus on that.

I look at his handsome profile against the morning light and think how lucky I am to be in this position. I’m living in the most gorgeous mansion with four of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen in my life. My conundrum inside is that I have a thing for all of them, not just one.

But for now, it’s only Evan on my mind, because he’s come and found me.

“How was your night?” he asks.

I freeze at his question and refuse to take another step. What is he implying? He must’ve known that I went off with Paul.

“Why are you asking me that, Evan? You know I was with your brother. What are you trying to get out of me?” I say, almost furiously.

He takes me in his arms and looks down at me. His gray eyes darken as he says, “It’s okay. Meg. I don’t care that you were with my brother. That means nothing to our relationship. Besides, my brother and I…are used to sharing, as long as one of us wins in the end.”

His words soothe me a little bit and so does the strength of his arms. I decide not to be mad. He’s evidently unfazed by the fact that I was with Paul last night.

Oh, glorious Paul.

It was quite a night.

I realize, as my thoughts begin to stray into territory that doesn’t include Evan, that I need to categorize my time with these guys. Right now, I’m with Evan, and there’s no use thinking about Paul...hmm, Paul...he was amazing.

I’m freshly fucked and sore from last night. I try to put all thoughts of his rippling abs and giant cock out of my mind, so that I can focus on Evan. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t relish the feeling between my legs, the feeling of where Paul was.

I walk with Evan a little ways. We come upon a sequestered spot in the gardens, where a table is magically lit with candles. There are fresh roses, a teapot, and the most gorgeous looking breakfast I’ve ever seen.

I look up at him, and he smiles.

“This is you? You did this for me?” I say incredulously.

“I saw you walking out here alone. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from you. I wanted to do something special, so that we had quality time together. I had the chef prepare this gorgeous breakfast, and it’s all for you.”

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