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“Ha! You flirt,” I scold him. “I’m sure every Irish girl is better-looking than me.”

“Impossible,” he smiles, touching my cheek until the small hairs stand up on end.

Ambrose drums his fingertips against my extended palm. My body starts to tighten up again, thinking about my men and how long it’s been since they touched me. Having Boone’s face between my legs only turned me on even more.

“So… how long does it take to get home?”

“About an hour?” Ambrose shrugs.

“Then I guess we better hurry,” I smile.

The guys both stand up suddenly and down their lukewarm Irish beers. I leave mine on the table, afraid to finish it. We sweep back through the carved doorway, but not before I catch sight of every eye in the place. They are all looking at us, our merry little trio.

And they do not seem happy.

Chapter 29

JOLENE

When I see Harrison still sitting on the sofa, I know exactly what the plan will be.

Ambrose and Boone finish putting the truck away and come up behind me on the cobbled garden path. I turn around and put my hands up.

They both stop in their tracks.

“Okay, I figured it out,” I inform them, practically giddy with power.

“Figured what out? What are we talking about?” Boone asks, confused.

“Listen, this is a really tiny house, isn’t it?” I ask.

They both freeze, afraid to answer.

“I didn’t want to say anything about it,” I continue. “I mean, I can see how much you both love it. But… it’s really tiny.”

Ambrose swallows and remains silent.

“So I think what we should do is leave Harrison in the living room?”

“Totally agree,” Boone answers a little too fast.

Ambrose elbows him.

“What you mean, Jolene?” he asks slowly.

I wiggle my fingers in the air as I try to figure out a way to describe it.

“Like, we can get the kids all set up in one room, but then where are we supposed to sleep?”

“Together,” Boone shrugs simply.

I put my hands on my hips and wait for him to figure it out. “Really? And what about when Cole gets up in the middle of the night for a cookie or something and wanders in to find my ankles in the air, huh? What about that?”

He makes a shocked face. “Oh!”

Ambrose bites back a smirk.

“We need a decoy or something, do you agree? Like a diversion?”

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