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“What should I call you?” I murmur. When Anton and Isaiah walk up behind me, I startle a bit, having momentarily forgotten about their presence.
“Snowflake?” Anton suggests, and I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Too cliché.” I nibble my lip.
“Dreamer. Dream for short.” I nod. The small kitten presses into my hand, looking exhausted. “I don’t have any cat food. Or toys…” I look over at the two men still beside me.
“Whose truck are we taking?” Isaiah asks, grabbing his shirt on the way out the door, and mercifully pulling it back on.
“Mine is dirty,” Anton grumbles, heading for his best friend's truck. Anton opens the passenger door for me and nods. “You’re smaller. In you go.”
“I’m too happy right now to care about being pinned between two sweaty men,” I say with a shrug, and Dream curls up and falls asleep in my arms.
I nuzzle the stinky baby, not caring that she smells like dirt.
* * *
Hours later, when the sun is starting to set, the three of us return to my little cottage. They’d taken me to the emergency vet to have Dream looked over. She’s healthy, and I have an appointment to get her shots in a couple of weeks.
We headed to the small pet store after that. I’d just pulled cash out recently, so I had enough to cover the cost of everything, but Anton insisted on paying for half.
Apparently finding her made her half his. I didn’t mind. I can share, as long as she lives with me.
When we pull up, there’s another car parked beside Anton’s work truck. I freeze when I see it until the twins get out. They wave, and then I start panicking for another reason.
“Shit, scoot!” I demand, giving Anton a push, so I can climb out. It’s getting colder as the sunlight disappears, so I hustle my ass into the house as much as I can without jostling the kitten.
“I’m so sorry! Anton found this kitten,” I shake my head. “Just get inside, I’ll make everyone dinner!” Anton pauses like he isn’t sure if I’m talking to him, meanwhile, Isaiah struts through the door like he lives here too. “Get inside!” I hiss, as I shiver violently.
“You sure?” he asks, and I glare.
“Anton, get in the house. It’s getting cold. I need to change. Hurry up!” I make a windmill gesture with my free arm, trying to encourage him to move his ass.
Anton chuckles at my drama, and I practically slam the door. I pass Anton the now clean kitty and shoo him toward the couch.
“I need to go change, I’ll be right back!” I look around, wondering if I should offer drinks first, but decide to just wait. I am freezing my bum off.
I decide to shower after sweating all day. They’re already waiting, what's another ten minutes? I dry off quickly before pulling on black leggings that flare at the ankles and an oversized hoodie. I also tugged on a shirt before the hoodie, in case I get hot while cooking.
I dash into the kitchen, only to discover two men already cooking.
“No!” I pout, throwing my hands up. “I’m supposed to cook for you…” I grumble, making Jer grin.
“Too late, hotcakes,” Jer says with a wink as he and Isaiah chop veggies.
I turn to Zach and Anton. “You couldn’t stop them?”
“Sorry, bluebird.” Zach doesn’t look the least bit sorry.
“I wasn’t aware that I should,” Anton says, returning his attention to the little white ball of fur in his lap. I stare. I can’t help it. He’s such a masculine, tough-looking man. With this itty bitty little ball of joy cuddling into him.
Why is that so sexy?
Zach turns on the TV as Isaiah taps my shoulder. I spin to see what he wants and smile when he holds a glass of white wine out for me to take.
The entire day, he’s been finding every excuse to brush against me. His arms, his legs, his fucking cock against my ass when he “needed” to squeeze behind me in the checkout at the pet store.
When I wrap my fingers around the glass, his linger, not letting go for just a second. I look up, meeting his blue eyes. “The hoodie covers your ass. Trying to hide your body, baby?” He lifts a brow, his words barely above a whisper.
