Page 23 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

Hope?

Yeah. Hope.

But every day, it’s like watching him talk himself out of it. He stares at her and gets himself all worked up. Then he makes a face like he’s giving himself a silent lecture. Then he goes to work and bangs a hammer for a few hours in some kind of lame substitute for getting his nut off.

That is not gonna work. Trust me.

Boone is actually a little tougher. Anastasia might as well have gutted him in the town square and then used his innards as a necklace.

Seriously. She stomped on him but good.

So he turned all his attention to Cole and work. All fine and good.

Until Jolene got here. Those cushiony hips and pouty faces she makes, they got him. He likes to pretend he doesn’t notice, but he does.

So how has it taken this long?

It’s crazy. I thought these guys were going to get over their hang-ups months ago. I’ve just been waiting for my moment. I really didn’t think I was going to have to use the backup plan.

I’m done being sex-free and single. Amber is long gone. I’m horny as fuck. I’m ready.

I knew it would take some convincing, so when I mentioned bringing a lady friend with us to Ireland, I was just testing the waters. I was really hoping we’d get busy here, but just in case they were still being stubborn, I agreed to trying it out in another country.

Sounds hot as fuck, right? One babe we can share, away from every nosy somebody in the county?

When I saw Jolene, I thought we would not have to wait that long. She is too hot to resist. I figured Ireland was going on ice so we could get with her.

But now here we are. Ireland is happening, and these two jerks really did talk themselves out of the best piece of ass I have seen in a long time.

Whatever. We will see what Tinder fishes in. I hope she’s ready for some deep dicking, because I have waited as long as I can wait.

As I head to the kitchen, I am surprised to see Jolene already standing at the counter. She stares at her phone, her face just horrified.

When she looks up at me, she is completely white.

Oh shit. Here we go.

“Well, good morning, sunshine,” I smile, all bright and cheery as ever.

That’s what we need to do. Just get back to normal, right? That’s the smart move. We can just pretend nothing got weird yesterday.

“I think we need to talk about this,” she tells me through gritted teeth.

“Do we, though?” I answer. “What if we just… you know. Didn’t?”

“Oh, is that your answer for everything?”

I think back to Amber. I guess my answer would have to be yes. According to Amber, my answer is frequently not talking about things that I don’t want to talk about.

But I get the feeling that is not exactly what Jolene is angling for, so I just shrug instead.

“I would just like to state for the record that I think that we are all good,” I smile reasonably.

I really hope that’s enough.

But it isn’t. Of course it isn’t.

“Maybe we need to talk about yesterday,” she says icily.

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