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When Stella laughs, I say, “See? You’re having fun already.”

“Let us know what night you’re free, and we’ll make ourselves available,” Wyatt tells her.

Stella tilts her head, looking adorable. “I still haven’t agreed.”

“You have,” I tease, but then I put on a formal posture and bow in front of her. “Stella, will you do us the honor of going on a date with us?”

Giggling, she says, “I will, but under one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“No more kissing.”

Hmm. Not what I was expecting her to say, but very interesting. I have no doubt she enjoyed kissing me, so I suspect her condition has to do with her not wanting to get carried away.

“Was Cam that bad of a kisser?” Wyatt quips.

“Like hell,” I mutter, offended even though I know he’s joking.

“Kissing you both made my head cloudy,” she says. “And it makes things complicated. You said this is about going out and having fun, so can we just do that?”

“Absolutely,” Wyatt says.

I nod, and give her a smile. “We won’t hold it against you if you change your mind.”

CHAPTER24

STELLA

Marissa is, of course, more than happy to watch Jessie for me. “I’m so excited that you’re finally going out,” she says.

“I won’t stay out late.”

“Stay out as late as you want,” she says. “Just let me know if I need to take Jessie to school in the morning.”

“Very funny. I’m not going to spend the night with them!”

I’m trying to decide what to wear, but it’s impossible. I send a text to the men: “I need some idea of where we’re going so I know what to wear.”

“Just dress comfortably,” comes the reply from Cam, which isn’t much help.

I end up wearing casual pants, a nice blouse with buttons up the front, and flats. I curl my hair into soft waves, something different from the mom bun the guys usually see me in.

I take care with my makeup, and wear a pretty pink lipstick that I usually don’t bother with, though I remind myself that my lips won’t be getting any action tonight.

Despite deciding that I’m not going to kiss them again, when they come to pick me up, my stomach flutters with the same excitement it had that night.

Cam’s driving his sports car again, and tonight I’m escorted into the front seat. I know from our trip to the vet that the back seat is surprisingly spacious, but when Wyatt gets in, he makes the space look small.

“I can sit back there,” I offer.

He pats the seat next to him. “Sure, c’mon back.”

“I meant I’ll trade with you. There’s more leg room up here for you.”

“I’m fine here, but I’d be better if you were back here with me,” Wyatt says.

“She’s staying up here with me,” Cam tells him.