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They all three had.

So, this would just be the first date of many—well, at least the first of three—and I shouldn’t be stressing so much about what to wear to a steakhouse in Grey Ridge.

Flipping through the hangers, I quickly ruled out most of my outfits as either too boring or too old. I was left with a mix-and-match assortment of four tops, three skirts, and a couple of short summer dresses.

Mental note: Make time for some clothes shopping in the near future.

But maybe it said something about my state of mind that I was stressing about clothes for one of the few times in my entire adult life rather than the fact that I was seriously considering going on three dates with three separate men in the span of a few days.

Three men who were all practically strangers just a week ago, even though I felt like I was getting to know them better and better—particularly after kissing each of them.

Three men who not only all knew I was going on dates with each of them, but who actually encouraged it.

It was honestly mind-blowing. But also… maybe a little liberating?

None of us had to worry about the others finding out. I didn’t have to juggle phone calls or deal with jealousy issues—at least, none that I had seen so far.

It was literally the best parts of dating, with all the tedious, deceptive bits left out.

The more I thought about it, the more I wondered why more people didn’t approach dating the same way.

Finally, I just chose one of the summer dresses—a flowing white one with a cute sunflower print. Not too low-cut. Not too short. But not too boring, either. It was certainly more revealing than anything else I’d worn around any of the guys, so that had to count for something, right?

A few minutes later, I was dressed and double-checking—and second-guessing—myself in the mirror. My hair was down, but should I wear it up? It was a summer sort of outfit, after all.

But no. This was dinner.

Hair down, but straight. That would be good enough.

It would all be good enough for tonight, honestly.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

Ready or not, this date was happening in about twenty minutes.

It only took one look at Jaeger’s face to realize I had spent all that time worrying for nothing.

Not because he didn’t look good, though.

Of the three men, Jaeger was the one who looked the most like he could have been a model at one of those trendy stores with black and white posters of half-naked pretty boys on the walls.

Except he wasn’t quite that kind of guy, either.

A little darker.

A little rougher.

But still hot as hell in his painted-on jeans and button-down shirt.

Still, as sexy as he looked tonight, it was the way his eyes drank in my entire body when I answered the door that put nearly all of my doubts to rest.

It was the same way he was still looking at me thirty minutes later as we sat across the table from each other.

“Have I told you how good you look tonight?” he asked.

I waited a beat for the added bit of sarcasm that I was used to getting from him, but it never came. Just a simple, seemingly honest compliment. And even though he had said that same thing more than once tonight, I still didn’t quite know how to take it.

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