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Chapter Three

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Madisyn

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Within a second, abeautiful woman with equally dark curly hair and brown eyes comes to the door. It’s her turn to stare at me like I’m some sort of rare species in the zoo.

Well, the boy said Uncle Tristan’s room, so I definitely have the right cabin.

“Oh wow,” the woman says, doing a double take. “Oh...Oh...Wow.” She places so much emphasis on the word wow, her entire beautiful face contorts.

She comes into the bedroom, approaching me slowly.

“I can’t believe this,” she says softly. “I can’t believe it actually happened.” Her voice gains traction. “I can’t believe I’m actually looking at you,” she then says in complete, excitable wonder.

“I’m sorry, I don’t—”

Understand what the heck you mean; I want to add on before she continues.

“Oh, they weren’t messing around, were they? You are stunning. Wow! Sorry, I can’t stop staring. You’re just so perfect. I thought it would never happen. Sneaky bastards. Wait, I’m so excited that I forgot my manners.”

She pulls off her gloves and drags me in for an enormous hug. I’m pretty much as stiff as a rod as I try to digest what the fuck is going on right now.

“I’m Tina. I’m their big sister.”

“Madisyn,” I say automatically. Why did I give her my real name? Because my senses don’t perceive her as a threat. Really? Am I rusty or something? She just said she was their big sister. I knew they had family, but I couldn’t find anything on them.

“Madisyn.” She tries my name on her lips. “Lovely. They’re my adopted brothers, by the way. And that little guy over there is my son, Parker,” she says, pointing to the kid still staring at me. “And you’re the girlfriend. The girlfriend,” she says in a sing-song voice, bouncing on her booted feet from side to side.

She thinks I’m one of their girlfriends. I think not.

I shake my head. “I’m not the—”

“No, no, you’re not. Sorry. You’re not just the girlfriend. You’re their girlfriend,” she adds.

Lady, that’s even worse, and the thought makes me freaking blush. Does she think I’m dating all three of them at the same time? Maybe it’s the altitude...

“I’m not—”

“Of course you are. Don’t be shy. I’m well aware of those reverse harems now. That’s what it’s called, did you know? Of course you do. You’re living it. Well, I’ve been following the girls from Leashed to Love—have you heard of them?”

I shake my head. What on earth is Leashed to Love? And reverse harem? What is going on?

“Oh, they’re amazing. They run a matchmaking company with their little doggies, and I’m hooked. And you know what the best thing is? They each found three loves of their lives. Three super-hot husbands. It’s freaking fantastic.

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