Page 127 of Borrowing My Bestie's Brothers

“Firing squad?”

My steps slowed, but the guys didn’t allow for that, Hayden taking my other arm. Brock just shook his head at the sight of me being frog marched into their parents’ house, and when we walked inside, we found we weren’t the only ones who were amused by all of this.

“Well, you’ve got that whole post-coital glow,” Millie said, slipping off her stool to look me over. “Though you’re not walking bowlegged.” Her wicked grin had me frowning. “Did I do the wrong thing? Are my brothers not up to the job?”

“I was ‘up’ most of the night,” Hunter spluttered.

“So you really want me to answer that question?” I said. “Because I can. I can tell you all about your brothers’—”

“Brothers’ what?” Heather walked in holding a basket of vegetables. “Hello darlings.” She moved forward and each of the boys leant down to kiss her cheek. “So what have these little buggers been up to this time?”

Heather was trying really hard to play it cool, keep her tone light, but we all saw the keen gleam in her eyes. She inspected every single one of us, as if that would allow her to determine what had been going down between us. Thank god her psychic abilities were limited, because I’m not sure anyone’s mother-in-law needed to see what we got up to.

Mother-in-law.

I blinked, that realisation only just coming to me. I’d loved Heather from afar, the woman the mother I’d always wanted, so when she came close, I sank into her arms.

“And how are you, sweetheart? Those boys have been treating you right? And how are things going with your mum?”

“Can’t answer that.” Millie muscled in, wrenching me away from her mother. “I’ve sacrificed bestie time all week for these idiots.” She scanned the room. “I want my service to brotherkind recognised here, but we’ve got catching up together.”

“Amelia!”

Heather made clear that she would’ve liked a bit more time to do some digging, but perhaps it was a relief to be tugged away. Millie snatched up a bottle of wine and a few glasses, just like she had when all this insanity began.

“I’ll have your girl back to you at some point!” she announced.

“Your girl…?” Heather’s frown was like a knife made of ice, sliding into my heart, but she didn’t stare at me, but her sons. Her hands went to her hips. “What’ve you three been up to?”

“So what’s been happening with my brothers?” Millie asked when she flopped down in the outdoor chair on the balcony. She poured herself a wine and then handed me one. “Minus the fucky fucky bits, of course.”

“Um…” I took a sip of the drink, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Um? Um? That’s it? Are you doing anything other than bam bam in the ham?”

“I’m sorry, but what?” I asked.

“This is not just some kind of sex thing, right?” she asked, eyes glittering as she observed me over the rim of her glass.

“It’s…” I let out a sigh. “It’s more than a sex thing. It’d be a whole lot easier if it was just scratching an itch, but…” Millie leaned forward in increments as the silence stretched on so I was forced to answer. “Ithinki’minlovewithyourbrothers.”

“Whaaat?” Her eyes flicked upwards, a frown forming as she strove to decode what I’d said, and I knew when she’d worked it out. A look of shock, then one of triumph, followed by a smug grin. “I knew it.” She waved a finger at me. “I knew it! You just had to meet the right guy. Guys,” she corrected herself. “Oh my god, part of me wants to put together a twenty point slideshow outlining why each one of them is a complete idiot and not worth your time, but…”

“But?” I prompted, hoping like hell there was no ex locked up in the attic or something.

“But who knows the boys better than you? You know that Hunter is a vain little shit and Hayden is allergic to smiling, Brock too. You’ve heard the twins burp out their names and seen them light their farts.”

“And burn their bum hair.” I chuckled then, remembering that incident. Hunter hadn’t been able to sit right for weeks after that.

“You know them.” She nodded slowly. “And you chose them anyway. I’m glad.”

“You didn’t ask if they were into me too,” I prompted.

“Didn’t need to. Those idiots have been in love with you for ages. I think that’s why I warned them off you. I knew…” She swallowed hard and my hand shot out, grabbing hers. “I knew they’d sweep you off your feet and then I’d never get to hang out with you on our own again.”

“We will. I’ll make them sign a contract. Brock’s already talking about a schedule…”

I swallowed, remembering the usual kind of blunt conversation we had wouldn’t work right now. Before, it was talking about the randos I decided to go out with, their anonymity making them fair game in our discussions, but not now.

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