Page 3 of Secret Baby for the Triplets

“Take Belle upstairs, or I’m going to call Paul!” she threatens. “I have a video of you and the stripper, and I swear I’ll play it at your wedding, Belle!”

Belle gasps aloud at the threat. “You wouldn’t!”

“I will if you don’t go upstairs and sleep right now!” she fires back, hurrying out of their line of sight. “I’m not letting you do something you’ll regret.”

“Stop ruining the fun!” one of the other women screams after her, and I think I hear the blonde laughing, but I can’t be sure because she’s gone.

I don’t need to be asked twice to go with her, not when her undulating hips call me in those high-waisted pants that show off a small, but perfectly sculpted ass that I want to sink my teeth into. I’m so fixated on the curve of it that I almost bump into her when she stops by the elevators.

I back off immediately.

“Sorry about that,” she laughs, lifting her face to mine, eyes dancing with mischief.

“About what? You didn’t threaten to ruin my marriage,” I reply, leaning against the wall, my hand automatically reaching up to adjust my Stetson like I do when I’m thinking, or caught off guard.

Not sure what the case is here quite yet.

Her green eyes sparkle. “I wasn’t trying to make things worse by pulling you away from them—your brothers.” She rubs her hands down the front of her pants, eyes skimming past mine.

“Oh no?” I arch a brow. “Looked like you were enjoying yourself just a little.”

She flushes, her gaze dipping. “Okay, maybe a little. But I still feel kind of bad about it.”

I tilt my head. “You don’t sound like you’re from around here.”

She meets my gaze again, a smile tugging at her lips. “Neither do you.”

“Texas,” I say, giving her a look like it’s obvious.

“I figured,” she says, amused.

“What gave it away?” I tease. “The boots? The hat? Or just the charm?”

“All of it…” she replies coyly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing the skin of her neck. “And maybe the accent. I’m from Texas, too.”

I picked up on the Texas drawl right away, but now that she’s confirmed where she’s from, I’m even more intrigued.

I wonder how she’d react if I kissed her neck and the smooth skin along her collarbone, right here in the middle of the casino.

Would she slap my face or grab my ass and pull me in closer?

The temptation is almost insurmountable, and I bite on the insides of my cheek to stop myself from acting on it. I don’t know what it is about her, but I like it.

Her friends I could do without.

“Seriously?” Owen barks out from behind me as he stomps toward us.

I turn and see his gray eyes flashing indignantly.

“You left us there, Brock? With those animals?”

The blonde laughs and covers her mouth, clearly entertained. Toby reluctantly follows Owen, glancing over his shoulder like he’s not ready to leave.

But it only takes seconds for my brothers to lose their sullen expressions. Their scowls fade when their eyes lock onto the woman now standing beside me.

“Hello…” Toby steps forward, eager to make himself seen, and I roll my eyes. “And who do we have here?”

“We have a lady without a drink in her hand,” I answer, taking the lead. “Let’s find her one.”

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