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My stubborn brother. I bite my lip, trying to appear only mildly interested. “Have they done this before? Shared a woman?”

He sighs dramatically. “They used to, like years ago at this point. Now all of a sudden they only want a specific look and even when they find one, she’s not perfect enough somehow and they don’t go through with it. I swear, dark hair and hazel eyes are not impossible to find, but they’re so damn picky.”

Dark hair… hazel eyes. I gulp.

“Maybe I can help?” I offer, clearing my throat. “I know a lot of girls, I mean.”

I have a pretty large social circle, but I wouldn’t call any of them good friends. More like close-proximity acquaintances. Brett doesn’t understand that though. If you asked him, he’d tell you I have a million friends.

He snaps his fingers like a lightbulb has just gone off in his head. “That’s right! Are any of them hot and available on Christmas? They have to be in their twenties and up, and as I described. My theory is that they won’t be able to be as picky if I put her wrapped under their tree. Who could turn that down?”

Who indeed.

“I might have someone in mind,” I say sheepishly, hiding behind my mug while taking another drink.

“Really?” Brett pumps a fist into the air, his brown eyes wide with excitement. “Who is she?”

Me.“Just a friend, but maybe she wouldn’t want you to know? Like for privacy?”

“Smart.” He nods appreciatively, sandy brown hair swaying with the motion. “Don’t want to scare her off.”

“Could you set her up then? I’ll get Cal and Nik out of their place for lunch or something. You can stage her and dip out before they get back. You still have your card access, right?”

I do. I have a key card to get into their apartment just like Brett does. Nik gave it to me with an invitation to ‘come over whenever’since we’ve gotten closer. Nothing says friend zone quite like free access to someone’s house when you’re not sleeping with them.

My stomach flips when I think about it.What if I do this and they’re mad at me for using the key to break their trust? What if they don’t want me at all?

Even with my hesitation and worry, I know I have to take this chance. Theirtypecan’t be a coincidence.I’mtheir type. Black hair, recently decorated with temporary emerald green highlights and hazel eyes. My brother may be too naive to think that his best friends are interested in his little sister, but I’m not.

If there’s even a sliver of a chance that the men who I’ve wanted for years want me back, I’m going to jump at it. Until today, I convinced myself that I would eventually move on and that it wasn’t healthy to fixate on a non-option. I thought that maybe I would date in a year or two and attempt to fall for anyone else.

I believe life always has turning points, no matter how many years you’ve been living it. This will be my newest one.

Nik and Callahan will either accept me wrapped up under their tree and fulfill my wildest dreams… or they’ll let me down easy. In that case, I’ll lick my wounds and eventually find a new destiny.

I can’t let this opportunity pass me by.

“I can do that,” I tell my brother. “Just make sure you don’t go in with them. She’ll only be expecting two, and I don’t want to scare her, you know?”

“Oh yeah, of course!” he agrees, nodding. “Can she bring printed STD results and proof of birth control? They like to bareback. Well, I know they do with each other. I doubt they’ve trusted a woman enough to do that before. But it’s worth a shot to sweeten the deal!”

Have mercy.My clit pulses and I want to bury my head into my hands and never look up. A brother should not say things like that to his sister!

With a dry mouth, I nod. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s a problem.”

“Ugh, this is so great! I swear it’s been like four years now and they’re getting grouchy. They need this big time.”

“Well, I’ll call her tonight,” I say with a shrug. “But I’m sure it’s a done deal.”

He claps his hands together and moves in for a side hug. “You’re the best, dude. I’m hyped. Can’t wait to see their attitude change after they get a proper three-way fuck.”

Stop talking like that!

“No problem,” I say, shrugging and hoping that he can’t hear my heart beating out of my chest.

I’ve got five days to make this work.

Five days before my turning point.

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