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I just gave my final speech as a member of the Greystone Foundation. As of this moment, I’m just Nicole with no job and a hella hot set of boyfriends.

Can life get any sweeter? Doubtful.

Snow is in tonight’s forecast here in New York and it’s got me in the mood for fireplace sex. We’re staying at my place until after the holidays because my mom wasn’t kidding about seeing my guys for Christmas. She’s already called Kerrington twice and Landon three times verifying their favorite dishes so the cook can have them at dinner.

Leah is joining us, too. So of course, Masonis coming. Ugh. I can’t shake that guy at all. Stalker.

Just kidding. I’ll gladly put up with Mase if it means I get to go shopping with Leah. She’s a gem and definitely a bestie. Speaking of besties… I’ve called Grace and told her everything. She was annoyed about me keeping the whole Tim thing from her, but understood why. She was also super supportive and excited for me, because of course she’s been team Double Trouble all along. That’s what she calls my guys.

She’s not wrong.

“Nicole! Can you tell us what your next plans are now that you’re no longer the face of the Greystone Foundation?” a reporter shouts, stepping in my way.

I feel Kerrington tense up and I squeeze his hand, letting him know it’s okay. The last thing I want is for him to attack this poor guy who’s just trying to do his job.

“I’m going to buy a house, a minivan, and live a happy life.”There. Put that in your article and see how many clicks the truth gets you.

I’m so glad I’ve broken free from the drama of my toxic social circles and the expectations of others.

My only job, according to Landon, is to make myself happy from here on out.

It’ll be my best career yet.

That’s not to say I’m giving up fundraising entirely though. Already my mind’s racing withnew ideas to help others and raise awareness about certain topics I hold near and dear to me. We’ll see what I start up next.

Funny, I can’t make a business for myself like Mason and the guys did. But I’m damn good at helping others. I can raise money faster than I can make it. I know, I know, I’m a mathematical mystery. Landon says it’s because my passion is in helping others, not getting rich, which, he also clarified, is his passion.

He’s still on a hunt for an island and has it narrowed down to two and can’t choose.

Kerrington told him to buy both.

I swear I have no idea what I’m going to do with these two.

“You ready to go home, Duchess?” Kerrington pauses at the end of the sidewalk and opens my car door for me.

I slip inside and he shuts the door. Landon gets in the back, smiling like a cheshire cat.

That’s suspicious. “What are you two up to?”

“Nothing.”

Nothing my ass. Landon’s smile is even bigger now.

“What’s going on, guys?”

Kerrington shuts his door and starts the engine. “Nothing’s going on.”

“Liar.” I don’t like feeling left out, but it’s obvious they’re not doing it to be mean. “Give me a clue?”

“Nope.” Kerrington shoves his finger at Landon. “Don’t break and give her one.”

“What? Psht. I would never.”

I beg, guess, and ask questions for a solid twenty minutes as we fight through Manhattan traffic. Landon stays strong the whole ride and Kerrington’s a brick wall.

By the time we pull up to my home, I’m annoyed. “Fine. Don’t tell me.” I storm past them and practically shove my key into the lock, chipping a nail.

The door opens and I walk into a living room filled with candles, roses, and a lit fireplace. My anger melts instantly because I wasn’t really mad to begin with.

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