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“Dressed, in the car and, a run to Macca’s for breakfast on the way. Let’s do this.”

Jamie hesitated, some old instinct kicking in, but I was relieved to see her smile.

“Let’s do this.”

Chapter 63

Jamie

Several weeks later

“Oh my god…” Millie walked into our house, looking around wide eyed. “This is your new place?”

“Is this half of the pub’s inventory of alcohol?” I countered, sweeping forward to take the shopping bags from her.

“That isn’t,” Hunter said, coming in carrying yet more bags and then dumping them on the kitchen counter. Our new kitchen counter. “But I’m fairly sure this is.”

“We didn’t need this much—” I protested, but Millie leaned over and pressed a finger to my lips.

“This is your house warming. You’re shacking up with not one, not two, but three of my brothers. Honey…” She cracked a premixed can of rum and Coke and pushed it my way. “You need as much alcohol as you can get to survive them.”

“Thanks,” Hunter said drily, helping himself to a beer. “I’m gonna remember that when you find your guy or guys.”

He was too busy blustering about his sister’s lack of support so he didn’t see it, the moment Millie went perfectly still. I stopped chopping up vegetables for a salad and stepped closer. Hunter said any guy that went out with her would need an alcohol IV to endure her presence, but rather than snap back, her cheeks went very, very pink.

“Is there more stuff in Millie’s car?” I asked Hunter.

“Yes.” He let out a long-suffering sigh before setting his beer down and swooping in for a kiss. “I’ll go and get Hay Bale to gimme a hand because Brock is obsessing over the new barbeque. It has to reach ‘the perfect temperature’ he’s saying, otherwise it’ll be the fall of Western civilisation or something.”

“Thank you.” I made sure to give him another long, slow smooch to keep him distracted, then sent him on his way before turning to face my best friend.

“What was that about?”

“What was what about? Buying you a king’s ransom worth of alcohol? You’re welcome, by the way.” I put my hand on my hip and stared her down. “What?” She fiddled with the bags, then began unpacking them.

“Millie.”

“Jamie.”

“Millie.”

I watched her drag each bottle of spirits out of the bags, setting them up on the counter in neat lines before she let out a sigh.

“So…” Her eyes slid my way. “How did you get three guys to agree to be your boyfriends?”

I was moving across the kitchen and sitting up on the counter beside her in seconds, a gleeful smile on my face.

“What, and I say this in all earnestness, the fuck is going on?”

“So you remember that fire that started in the pub kitchen a week or so ago?” Her reluctance to meet my eyes told me everything, so I bent down to meet her gaze.

“Right.”

“Well, the fire department came and put it out.”

“Makes sense.”

I was sitting on my hands now, barely able to resist the urge to bark at her to tell the story faster. Three hot firefighters for my bestie? Yeah, I was one hundred percent on board with that idea.

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