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“Jesus,” Kyra grumbles. “Why don’t you just hang kick-me signs on their backs?” She takes David from me and cuddles him against her chest while mumbling to herself. “Hopefully, they’re giants like their dad, or these poor boys will be getting their asses kicked daily.”

After my sister-in-law cuddles both babies, she leaves and lets my brothers come in one at a time to see the boys. The hospital only allows one visitor at a time, and it takes a few hours for most of them to make it through. When my wife begins to droop, I put an end to the visits.

“I’m sorry,” Hadley apologizes.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” I kiss her forehead and reach for my son. “Rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

“I know.”

Three days later, I take my family home from the hospital and the real fun begins.

EPILOGUE

HADLEY - TEN YEARS LATER

Istare down at the little plastic stick in my hand and groan. My husband is going to flip his shit. After two sets of twins in four years, he put his foot down and said no more children. At the time, I totally agreed with that decision. We have two identical boys, two fraternal girls, and life is good.

The pregnancy test in my hand says Karma wasn’t completely finished with my husband. “Mom, Harley won’t load the dishwasher.” My daughter’s voice echoes through the door.

I tuck the little stick under the sink and open the door to face my monsters. “You do your chores and don’t worry about Harley doing his.” I send Marilyn, my oldest daughter on her way before heading off to look for my oldest son, our troublemaker.

I keep my secret to myself until the kids are tucked into bed. “So,” I sit on the sofa next to Cash and lay my head on his shoulder, “I think we should have another baby.”

He reaches for the remote and turns off the television. “What?”

“I’d like to have another baby,” I tell him, trying to see how he feels about it. I’m not sure what I’ll do if he vehemently protests having another baby.

“It was that time in the shower, wasn’t it?” He already knows. “I knew Karma had a few more tricks up her sleeve.” He reaches around to pull me into his arms. “You and the kids are the best things that ever happened to me.” He kisses my nose. “I’d have a hundred kids if that makes you happy.” Intense relief overtakes me. It will all be okay. “I’ll love these two babies as much as I love the rest of you.”

“I love you, too. So much.” He pulls me close and kisses me until I forget everything else.

A while later, we’re lying in bed, and I take his hand and lace our fingers together. “We don’t know it’s twins,” I tell him. “I just did a home test this morning. I haven’t even been to the doctor.”

“Come on.” He laughs. “We’ve been through this twice. No doubt about it. There are two boys in there.”

It seems Karma had one more surprise for my husband. Six months later, I give birth to triplets. Two girls and one boy. They are small but absolutely perfect. It’s the first time my husband passes out in a delivery.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

COWBOY

It’s only midway through the year from hell and I’m ready for it to damn well end. Bad karma attached itself to us earlier this year. The sheriff showed up at the ranch with an arrest warrant for our new prospect, and then everything went to shit. The MC chose the little asshole as a favor to his big brother, the mayor of Silver Spoon Falls. Unknowingly, we took his problem off his hands and created a mess for ourselves.

Brady and his brother neglected to tell us about the prospect’s past legal trouble, and our standard investigation didn’t pick it up since a small-town judge only listed the warrant locally. When the MC President, Jason “Cash” Montoya, cornered the dipshit, Brady finally explained the situation to us. Two years ago, he started a bar fight that destroyed the fucking place. The lucky bastard was only sentenced to a few days in jail and restitution, but in true moron fashion, he skipped town while still owing the bar owner twenty thousand dollars. The judge issued a local warrant for his arrest that was lost in limbo. The county recently updated its computer system, reissuing all outstanding warrants nationally. Hence, the sheriff looking for Brady.

Cash, the CEO of his family’s investment bank, happened to meet his soulmate the week all the shit hit the fan with our dumbass prospect, which started a whole other firestorm. The President has his panties in a twist trying to tie Hadley to him and doesn’t have the time to deal with the moron. Tate “Hands” Grimes, our VP, is a pediatric surgeon with a busy practice, and he’s up to his eyeballs in alligators, too. So, long story short, that left me, the club enforcer, to handle the “Brady issue.” Cash asked me to hire our pain-in-the-ass prospect at the ranch, and I couldn’t refuse my friend and MC President, but Brady, the little asshole, gives me plenty of reason to regret agreeing to Cash’s suggestion.

Between babysitting the moron and keeping everything on the ranch afloat, I’m catching myself in both directions. Months after the shit storm began, I’m still trying to dig myself out of the “always behind” hole.

The Silver Spoon Ranch has been in my family for generations, and I love it, but the huge spread is too big for me to manage alone. It’s time to hire a foreman to take on some of this load. I scan the emails from the headhunter and rub the back of my neck. Fuck. I need to hire someone to hire my foreman.

The sound of my cellphone ringing is a welcome distraction. “Hello.” I don’t pay attention to the number flashing on the screen before answering.

“Uh.” Her smoky voice both soothes my soul and sends hunger shooting straight for my cock. “Is this Cowboy?”

It takes me a good ten seconds to respond, and I realize I’m acting like a horny teenager. I don’t even know who the hell is calling. She could be some middle-aged librarian for all I know.

“It is.”

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