Page 22 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

“And if you are fired, I am sorry for that too.”

I roll my eyes at my reflection in the mirror. Honestly. How have we been friends this long?

“Okay,” I say instead of goodbye and then hang up the call.

Shuffling toward the kitchen, I am determined to have a cup of coffee before I look into whatever the hell is she is talking about. But my phone buzzes again almost immediately and I swipe the face with my thumb, practically knocking the wind out of myself.

There they are. All three guys.

All three, smiling at the camera. Happy. Hunky. Gorgeous.

I can’t help it. Even though I am humiliated and furious. Looking at them is just, wow.

Then I read the text.

Are you the one we have been looking for?

Chance of a lifetime. Trip of a lifetime. We are looking for that one special woman to take with us to Ireland.

Yes, this means you.

Yes, this means what you think it means.

The three of us, one of you.

All your wildest dreams, coming true.

Can you satisfy us all? We will test your limits.

Take a chance. Totally discreet. Do the things you never thought you would do.

Swipe right for more info.

My jaw falls open. Was Emily right?

This seems impossible. When did they post this? They are going to Ireland? When were they going to tell me?

What about the kids?

Chapter 9

HARRISON

That didn’t go the way I wanted it to. Not at all.

Yeah, I know we all promised and everything, but the way Boone and Ambrose look at Jolene, I figured it was just a matter of time. I was ready.

Those guys are desperate.

I know I am not the one to criticize or anything, but Ambrose is no saint. Not deep down. He is no devil either. He’s just a regular man.

But when his wife, Lydia, had all that trouble, he took it upon himself to act like suffering was his new job.

And then he lost her. And that was really fucking sad. But it’s like he doesn’t know how to do anything else but suffer anymore.

That is, until Jolene got here.

I saw it the first time he saw her. Right there. Seemed inevitable. He had that look in his eyes. What’s the word? Lust? Desire?

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