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Lucky had fallen asleep again but I didn’t want to end the moment we were having.

“It seems like we’ve all had a pretty clear example of what not to do as parents. If we can all get along, this kid has a pretty good shot at turning out normal.”

“Normal. What the fuck is that?” West snorted. “He’s got three dads, was conceived at a sex club, and is definitely going to hear and see some shit around here most kids probably wouldn’t.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Like what?”

He shot me a look that made me blush. “You want to get into it?”

I shook my head and wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. “Nope.”

Tate’s hand tightened on my calf. “Care to explain?”

I stood up and tucked Lucky into his bassinet. He fussed for a moment and then settled again. When I turned back to the guys, I was fully prepared to move the conversation along without ever again acknowledging the question hanging over the room.

“I’m going to run down and get something to drink since I’m wide awake.”

Somehow that meant I ended up in the kitchen with all three of them watching me as I gulped down a glass of water. I felt almost as exposed as the night on the auction block. I shiftedmy weight from foot-to-foot and did my best to not blush. After hooking up with West, my brain was sex-focused and I figured I was reading into sexual tension that wasn’t actually there.

“Well. I guess I should go back to bed…” I left my glass in the sink and cleared my throat. “Lucky should sleep through the rest of the night.”

“Need me to tuck you in?” West’s smirk was out of control as he inched closer to me. “Did we forget to mention this house is full service?”

Mills growled and slapped his brother’s arm.

“Relax, asshole.”

“I can tuck myself in, thank you. Also, I’ve tasted some of your service and I’ll pass.” I realized my words could be twisted and rushed to correct them. “I mean you’re a shitty cook so full service would be a joke.”

West slipped away from his brothers and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“I’m going to ignore that hurtful comment.”

Leaning into his side, I looked up at him and smiled. I didn’t realize that having crazy hot sex would make me feel such a connection with him. It did, though. Or maybe he’d just screwed all of my tension and stress away.

“I should’ve told you that Melanie was lying, angel. I’m sorry.” Mills stared past me, out of the wall of windows. “I figured it’d be easier to keep my hands to myself if you didn’t want me anywhere near you.”

The tension in the room grew thick and I bit my lip. Mills had apologized twice. West was openly touching me in front of his brothers. And Tate was just watching me with a hungry look on his face. I didn’t understand how so much had changed in one evening but it had. Things felt different between us.

I stared up at Mills and swallowed a lump of nerves.

“Is it hard to keep your hands to yourself?”

He groaned and pushed fingers through his hair.

“It was easier when I could lie to myself and say that you were just here for money.”

“Are you not telling yourself that anymore?”

“We all know it isn’t true, angel.” Stepping closer to me, Mills wrapped his big hands around my waist and slowly pulled me into his chest. “Which means I’m really, really struggling to keep my hands to myself. I know I’m still an asshole, though, and you shouldn’t let me touch you. You should slap the shit out of me and run.”

I gripped his shoulders and pulled myself up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“How about you let me decide what I should or shouldn’t do?”

“Fine.” Mills’ eyes darkened as he stared at my mouth. “You going to decide soon?”

I slowly untangled myself from him and decided to torture myself by kissing West and Tate on the cheek, too.