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I walked the trail gingerly, the petals soft and fresh against my bare feet as Kyle followed just behind. The room ahead of us was dark. No lights at all, except for the flickering of more candles.

“If there’s a hot bath in there,” I warned him, “you’re getting the mother of all blowjobs.”

Kyle laughed softly. Almost nervously.

“I’m dead serious,” I told him. “I’ll drop to my knees right now. I’m talking a toe-curling, butt-clenching, gotta pull the sheets out of your asscrack kind of…”

The words died in my throat as I turned the corner.

What happened next took a moment to register.

The bedroom was stunningly decorated; an explosion of soft gossamer ribbon and fresh tropical flowers. It was all so bright and fragrant, even lit only by candles. In the center, a tremendous four-poster bed lay adorned with silken pillows. The canopy was draped with lilies, birds of paradise, exotic orchids…

But that wasn’t all.

I gasped, as tears rushed to fill my eyes. The room wasn’t empty. Kneeling before me were three people; three handsome, gorgeous men who over the past three years had become nothing short of my whole life.

I saw Dakota. Ryan. Jason…

All three of them were smiling. All three of them were dressed to the nines: identical black suits, white shirts, ties and everything!

And all three of them were down on one knee, too. All three of them holding something…

Oh my God…

“Sammara.”

I whirled, and there was Kyle. He was no longer standing behind me, he was kneeling as well. Kneeling with both hands cupped outward, his palm holding the most beautiful little wooden box…

“You probably know this already,” he smiled up at me. “But you’re our entire world.”

My hands went over my mouth. My eyes filled with tears to the point where I could no longer see anything!

“We’ve always been a brotherhood,” said Dakota, and I spun to face him. “But we’ve never really been whole. Not until you. Not until you made us.”

His country-boy grin was broader and brighter than I’d ever seen it before. And he was nervous! It was the first time I’d ever seen him anything but totally confident.

“I’ll admit, I never imagined this moment going down this way,” said Ryan. I looked to him and saw his wry, impish grin. “But that’s what makes this special. Our situation is extraordinary because you’re an extraordinary woman, Sammara. I couldn’t imagine myself — or any of us — with anyone else.”

I turned to Jason last, tears streaming down both my cheeks. He smiled up at me as I blinked them away. “You know a part of me was broken,” he said genuinely. “But you fixed it. Having you in our lives has brought the four of us that much closer. We can only hope to give you even a fraction of the love you’ve given to us.”

Their hands moved in unison, opening four identical boxes. Revealing four very different diamond rings. I was weeping openly as they spoke together.

“Will you marry us?”

I couldn’t breathe. I could barely see. I just kept crying and crying, wiping away my tears of joy. Smiling from ear to ear as my heart felt like it was about to explode with happiness.

My legs were shaking. I could barely stand…

“The question kinda requires an answer,” Dakota winked.

“YES!”

They all rose at once, closing in from all sides. Kyle took my hand first. He slid his ring onto my finger; a radiant-cut, perfectly clear stone on a yellow gold band. I cried as he kissed my cheek, then handed my wrist to Dakota.

“I love you,” Dakota whispered, in his sexy mid-western drawl. He slid on an identical ring, right next to Kyle’s, only his band looked silver, or platinum, or—

“We all love you,” said Ryan, going next. The band from his ring was a beautiful rose gold. He winked at me. “Just remember I’m the best.”