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She comes around the corner with Harmony on her hip and Cole trundling right on behind. He is wearing shorts and a little striped tank top, his cheeks still pink from sleep.

Jolene blinks at us a few times. She holds Harmony upright, since Ambrose’s daughter can sit up now. A few weeks earlier than most babies, even.

Though Jolene is still in her nightgown and bare feet, she must have grabbed a hair tie somewhere along the way, because now her hair is in a messy, sexy bun on top of her head. And she has the love and attention of our kids, which I find sexy as all hell.

“Actually, yes,” she answers, nodding, “I do have a passport.”

When she turns around to settle Harmony in her high chair, the action of bending over sends her nightgown up her thighs and over her round ass cheeks. All three of us stare at those beautiful, pale globes.

“Jolene, would you like to have dinner with with us?” Ambrose calls out, surprising us all.

Jolene turns around, startled.

“Dinner?” she repeats.

“Yeah, here on the patio? Say, tonight?” Ambrose asks, standing again.

I watch as they approach each other. Both practically naked. In their own little world. Man, when they look at each other, it sizzles.

We promised no jealousy. I have to remember that.

But seriously, fucking hot.

“You’re asking me on a date?” she smiles quickly.

Ambrose crosses his arms in front of his chest. Now he is just showing off.

“More of an audition, really,” he smirks.

Harrison nudges me with his elbow.

Looks like Ambrose is on board.

“Are you auditioning me, or am I auditioningyou?” she counters in challenge.

If you ask me, she’s perfect.

Chapter 13

JOLENE

The day goes by too fast, and too slow at the same time. Harmony and Cole are just the distraction I need. And the guys have to go to work. So I at least have a few hours to get my head straight.

And to get my passport, because this is totally happening.

When I called Emily, I had to try to keep my attitude from sounding too snotty. Yes, I did feel good about being able to tell her that I was not being fired. Who wouldn’t?

She didn’t believe me at first.

Good old Emily.

But she promised to get my passport out of the envelope that I left in her closet by mistake. I thought I had taken everything, but I did leave it there.

I have a small addiction to thriller movies. Spy movies. It has always seemed to me like you need to keep your passport in a safe place in case you need to leave the country suddenly, like if a gang of jewel thieves or spies are on your tail? Totally reasonable, right?

Anyway. Emily begrudgingly agreed to send it to me. I gave her the bare minimum of information, but reassured her that I was not being fired.

She wanted to know if I was going to be their girlfriend.

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