Page 6 of I Kissed Three Boys…

“Well, on the day before we were leaving to come home, Henryk came to the park. He didn’t seem to want to play and just stood in the corner of the playground, watching us all.” I could picture him, close my eyes and still see him.

Bree laughed at me. “And you went and invited him to play, didn’t you? You can’t stand seeing anyone miss out.”

I shrugged. I’d always hated bullies and hated seeing kids who were shy or different be ignored.

“Yeah, well, I got him to come play with the three of us, and then he told me I was the nicest girl he’d ever met, and he wanted to marry me.” I smiled at the memory. Crying shame no one else had felt that way since then.

“So, you ‘married’ him?” Bree asked, using her hands to bunny-ear the wordmarried.

I laughed. “Yeah.”And it had been sweet, although I doubted I appreciated exactly how much until now.

“So how did the other guys come into it?”

I snorted. “Well, Viktor and Silas weren’t about to miss out, and they said they wanted to marry me, too. So, we did.”

I shrugged and thanked the waiter for my salad, then I picked up my fork and stabbed a small, sliced piece of chicken.

Bree took a sip of her cappuccino and sighed. “It’s like some sort of fairy tale.”

“And now I’m still married to all of them,” I said, “Totally unbelievable and insane.”

She laughed and we finished lunch. I was officially leaving for Europe tomorrow, and since I had plenty of warm clothes, a plane ticket and a passport, there was nothing stopping me now.

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