Page 112 of My Brother's Best Friends

“Whoa!” Kellan bolts upright, downright insulted. “I just spent the worst few weeks of my life wondering if I was ever going to see you again. Having you back is a gift, Kay. Having you back—and with a bun in the oven—is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Absolutely,” Alex says. “Greatest thing in the world. You’re not alone in any of this, baby. In fact, you’re one of the few lucky ones. You get three fellas to help you out and raise a family with you. I’d say three for the price of one, but that might make us come across as cheap.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You’re serious…”

“We’ve got you,” Oscar says. “All the way through. Starting now, we’re a family.”

He kisses my hand, giving me one of the sexiest smiles I’ve ever seen.

“Good, because I’m not sure I could do this on my own,” I confess.

Alex shakes his head. “Kay, you’ve got quite the business to get off the ground. A winery to open. Some dreams to fulfill. And the three of us are equally responsible for this baby. Of course, we’ll support you with everything we’ve got and more.”

“There’s one last thing,” I say after getting so much off my chest. “I’m really hoping that you guys will agree to move out to the farm with me, because coming back to the city is no longer an option for me.”

A different kind of silence falls between us, and for a moment, I worry.

I worry they’ll say no—that something will get in the way, that everything will tangle itself into another premature ending, another heartbreak. My worst-case scenarios come back with a vengeance until Kellan nods slowly.

“Sounds like a good plan,” he says. “Most of our work can be done online, anyway.”

“One of us could always drive or fly out for any meeting that requires our physical presence,” Alex muses, scratching the back of his head.

Oscar nods in agreement. “Bryan can handle most of the in-office work blindfolded with one hand tied behind his back. And I’d love to dip my toes into this whole winery business, too, if you ever need help on that front, Kay.”

“You’re serious,” I gasp, relief washing over me in warm, golden waves.

“Yes, Kay. We’re together now,” he says, smiling softly. “That means we stick together, and I can’t see a single downside to moving into the farmhouse.”

“If it needs any work done, we’re your guys,” Kellan says.

Alex winces. “Or, better yet, we know some guys.”

I let out a shaky laugh. “I’m honestly baffled—and relieved.”

“It’s a lot of change happening at once,” Oscar says. “We’ll need a minute to wrap our heads around the whole thing and plan accordingly. But it’s a resounding yes for the three of us, baby.”

“What about your friend Janet?” Alex asks. “Bryan told us she had moved out there with you.”

“She bought a charming little cottage half a mile down the road,” I say. “I need her by my side—she’s been a rock so far. Janet uprooted her entire life to do this with me. I even invited her to stay in the farmhouse—there’s plenty of room—but she figured we should have the place to ourselves. The cottage she’s settling into is already in great shape.”

Kellan smiles, his gaze wandering back to his brothers. “We can help Janet with whatever she needs for the cottage—expenses covered by the winery.”

I let out a grateful sigh. “You’re amazing.”

He laughs. “No, what we are is… well, kind of rich. We’ve got plenty of disposable income, and investing in you, my darling Makayla—and in those who support you—makes perfect sense.”

“So we get the family homestead?” Alex asks, pulling me into his lap.

“Yes,” I say, my heart full of joy. “There are currently only two bedrooms, but we really don’t need more than one. I was thinking we could knock down the wall between the two existing bedrooms and make one big room on the second floor. Then we’ll have our own bathroom and we can get an enormous bed so that we can all sleep together.”

“I love every bit of that,” Oscar says. He’s still holding my hand, and he lifts it to his lips even though I’m perched on his brother’s lap.

I kiss Alex and then Kellan before leaning over to finish up with Oscar. Kellan gets up off the floor, brushing his knees clean.

“And besides, we could always expand the farmhouse. In fact, I know a good architect who can help us out.”

“I’m open to anything as long as we’re happy… and together,” I reply.

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