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“I am, but somebody already knocked me up.”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

Their comments come flying at me so fast I can’t decipher their words as they both wrap their arms around me, each one claiming that he did it. And after I convince them that it’s still safe to have sex, we turn this courtroom into one of Hendrix’s favorite places—where we won my case, got engaged, married, and shared our first moment as a family. And despite Judge Bill’s wishes, used it as our sexual playground.

But I’m still a good girl at heart, so I make sure the guys clean everything up before we leave. No time like the present to start practicing my new favorite role—being a mom.

Epilogue

Next November

TuggingDaniella’spinkknitcap a little lower, Hendrix plants a kiss on our infant’s rosy cheeks. I love how his hardened legal persona vanishes when our daughter is in his arms. Damian is also a softy where our daughter is concerned.

And to say these guys are dedicated to Daniella and me is an understatement. Then again, when I recollect how we met, and how quickly our relationship blossomed, I suppose it’s not a surprise that their determination is ingrained.

The guys are accompanying me on a leisurely morning stroll down Main Street so I can Christmas shop. I’m a little behind since Daniella consumed my life in a bigger way than I can put into words. Hendrix, Damian, and I have been content to sit at home, oohing and aahing over our tiny bundle. The guys even cut back their workload to spend more time as a family.

And I spent most of my pregnancy turning Sugar D’s nut-free bakery over to my cousin, Scarlette.

As we get to the end of Main Street, having found wonderful gifts in the mom-and-pop stores along the way while Hendrix and Damian have been trading off who carries Daniella and who gets the bags, we’re at Sugar D’s for a planned snack break.

It’s nice not to have to get up before the crack of dawn to get the shop rolling. I’d never survive doing that as a new mom, and I have the utmost respect for women who navigate work and parenting.

Scarlette is my age and doesn’t have a serious boyfriend so she should be able to handle the shop for a while.

I stop in the entry and read the flyers on the bulletin board. Scarlette had the genius idea to offer locals a place to post their services and events. She has a good mind for business, which along with her being my favorite cousin, helped me trust the store to her.

A flyer for the Christmas Cherry Auction catches my attention. It was a massive success last year and they’re asking for volunteers to auction themselves this year. That gives me a fun idea.

I tear a tab containing contact information off the bottom of the flyer.

Hendrix catches my wrist with his free hand that’s not busy holding our baby. I feign surprise—my fun idea kicking off spectacularly as it triggers his protective instincts.

“Take that from her, Damian.”

“What?” Damian turns back, sees the slip of paper between my fingers, and strips it from me. He furrows his brow as he reads it. “We don’t want her to call Roxy?”

“We don’t want her to sign up for the Christmas Cherry Auction.” Hendrix points to the flyer.

Damian scrapes his teeth over the corner of his bottom lip. “Now, now, Love… I’m sure you heard that last year’s auction ended with a few reverse harems. Are you trying to tell us you want a third guy in our relationship? We’re not enough?”

“Just wanted to do my part to raise money for a worthy cause. They’re hoping to raise forty thousand for the women’s shelter this year.”

Hendrix nods at the paper. “Fine. Keep her number and I’ll send a donation but there’s no way in hell I’m letting people bid on you.”

Damian pulls his wallet out and sticks the phone number inside.

Little do they know, I have every intention of putting myself on stage, but I’ll sort that out later. Right now, I need a donut.

Getting in line with the male customer Scarlette’s helping, I notice my cousin is blushing. And flirting. And fumbling. I don’t blame her.

From behind this guy, I have an excellent view of slacks that highlight a very muscular butt and thick thighs to match. He’s shoved the sleeves of his Henley up to his elbows and has the tattooed forearms to turn the style choice into swoon-worthy apparel.

And his voice…it’s richer and darker than the ganache on our Devilish Delight donuts. I catch myself licking my lips.

Damian clears his throat and is staring at me from my immediate left. If Hendrix wasn’t cooing at Daniella, he’d probably be smothering me in a kiss, reminding me that I’m spoken for.

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