Page 10 of My Three Hometown Alphas

He looks like he’s going to object to something I said but ends up just nodding before swinging open the door.

The house opens into a spacious living room with lots of wooden accents. The kitchen and dining room are on the far end of the open space. The house is homey and inviting.

The screen door on the opposite side of the dining room table slides open, and a girl with long brown hair storms into the house with a huge smile on her face.

“Uncle Will,” she shouts, running over to wrap her arms around the man at my side.

Why did she call him Uncle Will and not Dad?

“Hey,” he says with a laugh, hugging her back. “You act like I was gone for five years, not five hours.”

“Whatever,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Would you rather I act like a moody teenager instead and ignore you?”

He tightens his hold on her. “No, I definitely don’t want that. You aren’t allowed to grow up any more. You’re already too big.”

The look in his eyes when he stares down at her reminds me of my own dad, and it sends a stab of pain through my tender heart.

“Well, that’s not happening, so you’d better buckle up,” Lyla says.

I love this girl already.

Will laughs, shaking his head. “Lyla, this is Avery,” he says, pointing toward me. “She’s going to be hanging out with you this summer.”

She studies me inquisitively, her head cocked to the side. “You look more fun than hanging out at the hardware store all summer.”

I snort out a laugh. “I promise I’m more fun than that.”

The sound of the back door sliding closed draws my attention. Another man walks toward us.

His light brown hair is a mess on the top of his head, and he has a carefree attitude about him that makes me want to smile, even when he hasn’t said a word. He’s clearly younger than Will, but their resemblance is uncanny.

His eyes lock on me as he approaches. “Hot nanny indeed,” he says with a devilish smirk.

I quirk a brow at him with a smirk of my own.

“Miles,” Will groans. “Can we not do this?”

Miles looks like he’s contemplating the suggestion. “Nah, this is more fun.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

Miles extends his hand toward me. “Hi. I’m Miles.”

I slide my hand into his. My skin feels tingly from the contact, much like it did when I shook Will’s hand earlier. “I’m Avery.”

He gives my hand a firm squeeze before releasing it. “Are you sure you want to spend your whole summer with this rugrat?” Miles says, ruffling Lyla’s hair.

She smacks at his hand. “Stop,” she growls, glaring up at him. She turns to look at me. “My uncles are so annoying sometimes.” Her hand waves between Miles and Will.

“You love us, and you know it,” Miles says.

She takes a deep breath, planting her hands on her hips. My eyes roam between the two men standing before me.Who’s her dad?

“She’s our niece,” Will says. At his words, I glance up at him. “She lives here with my brothers and me.”

Oh… okay.

A car door slams shut outside, and booted feet pound up the front steps. The door opens. A man walks in.