Page 136 of Three Bossy Boyfriends

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You need to open up to them.

That was my plan.

I add the eggplant emoji to prove my point.

I’m joking, but mostly because they’re right.

I can be a brat.

Christopher loves to remind me of that fact often.

And I love it when he does.

I think I even love Christopher.

In a different way than I do Evan. And different from Tucker.

But I love them all.

And I didn’t even tell them.

I need to tell them.

I need to make this right, as much as I can.

Because I’ve never been in love and now I am, with three incredible, caring, and sexy as hell men.

I’m going back to Christopher’s. I need to talk to him and Evan.

I don’t want to lose them too, and I know they’ll listen and encourage me to share how I’m feeling, and we’ll come to an understanding.

Good move.

Go get ‘em!

What about Tucker?

I bite my lip as I pick up the keys I just set down and head for the front door.

Tucker is harder. I know without a doubt he’s not still at Christopher’s. I’m guessing he left right after I did.

I’ll talk to him tomorrow.

Except when I throw open the front door and launch myself out of the house, intending to jog across the porch and down the stairs, I hit a massive wall and bounce back.

The wall is Tucker.

Or rather, Tucker’s chest.

“Oh, geez!”

Tucker’s giant hands immediately shoot out and steady me so I don’t stumble backward. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine.” I look up at him. Way up. Sometimes I forget how massive Tucker is.

Then I picture him lifting me up in the bedroom and my body suddenly tingles. It’s a very distracting and pleasant thought but…

“Why are you here?” I ask, confused.

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