Page 63 of Her Three Rangers

“Hey, I do what I can.” She pulled up a chair for me at the desk, which she had taken the time to set up like a table, with plates and silverware, and the biggest pan of lasagna I’d ever seen taking up most of the space. “We can go over the end-of-month paperwork while we eat, if that’s okay?”

“Perfect, I answered, carefully lowering myself into the chair so I didn’t disturb little Emily. “You’ve been a rockstar throughout this whole process,” I said, reaching to dish up some lasagna as she printed off the reports we’d need. “Seriously, I don’t know what I would have done without you here. The business probably wouldn’t have made it.”

She’d gotten her degree around the same time I’d had to go on maternity leave, so it had been a pretty seamless transition. Now that it was nearly time for me to come back to work, though, we had a standing twice-weekly lunch date so I could get up to speed on everything that was going on.

“I think it worked out perfectly for both of us, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded, taking a moment to let the delicious aroma of lasagna fill my nostrils. “Yeah, I really do.”

Everything had, really.

I had my baby, my best friend as a business partner, and the men I loved waiting for me at home.

My life was better than I had ever dared to dream it could be.

It was perfect.

“I smell lasagna,” Cody said, taking the pan of leftovers from my hands as soon as I walked into the kitchen. “Did Jenny make this?”

“She did,” I answered, leaning in for a quick kiss as Jaeger came up on the other side. “She thinks she can win you all over with food.”

“She’s absolutely right,” Jaeger said, taking his turn for a kiss as I passed baby Emily to him. “How are my two beautiful girls?”

“Tired,” I said, smiling. “But good. I’m just going to have to build my stamina back up again.”

Jaeger nodded. “You’ll get there, though. Don’t push yourself too hard all at once.”

Ty appeared from around the corner, then crossed the room to take me into his arms. “He’s right, you know. I know you’re itching to get back to the clinic, but try to remember to pace yourself. Your health is the number one priority for all of us.”

“I know,” I said, my heart doing a slow roll in my chest as I looked around the room at my little family—my three men and my daughter.

The only one missing was Nana.

“Is your grandmother going to be home for dinner tonight?” Cody asked, as if he’d read my mind. “I thought I’d fry up some extra chicken just in case. And now we’ve got all this lasagna, too.”

I shook my head. “She’s got her date with Mr. Olsen tonight out at the bingo hall.”

“Mr. Olsen should come by, too,” Jaeger said. “We’ve only ever met him once. I’d like to make sure he has good intentions with Amaya.”

I laughed. “He’s eighty-five. I’m pretty sure his intentions are to play bingo and then go to bed.”

“Sounds like a good life to me,” Ty shrugged. “But we really should make sure he feels welcome to come over. I’ll make sure I invite him next time I run into him at the farmer’s market.”

I wasn’t sure if Nana would be proud or irritated that they’d all taken such a keen interest in her love life. Probably a little of both. But she had definitely come to care for each of them over the past year, and it was clear that the feeling was mutual.

She had even been the one to suggest adding the extra bedrooms to the house—and just in time, since we had ended up needing the extra space for a nursery once little Emily came along.

We had all agreed that it worked out perfectly that she was the spitting image of me. Not knowing which man was her biological father had been a blessing, since it truly felt like Emily was part of all of us, like she had been sent down as a blessing for all four of us to cherish.

And even though I couldn’t legally marry all three of them, it felt like God, the spirits, the universe approved of our little family. Because at the end of the day, that’s what we were.

A family.

Three bikers, a baby, a wise old woman, and me.

And maybe, someday soon, Mr. Olsen, too.

Not traditional or normal by anyone’s standard, but that was okay. None of us cared much for other people’s standards anyway.

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