Page 44 of My Three Hometown Alphas

“How did you know my name?” I ask.

Martha swats her hand in the air. “It’s a small town, sweetheart. Everyone knows everything. Plus, you’re fresh meat. Everyone going to talk about it.”

“More like you’regoing to gossip about it,” Lyla mumbles under her breath, hiding her mouth behind her muffin.

I use my own cup to hide my snort. Luckily, neither of them seems to notice.

“So, are you staying in town or just passing through for the summer?” Louise asks.

“Just here for the summer,” I tell her. When I look down at Lyla, there’s sadness in her eyes.

As quickly as it arrived, it vanishes with a few quick blinks.

“Hmm,” Louise hums. “Those bosses of yours are mighty fine, though.”

“Eww,” Lyla says, cringing.

I have to side with Louise on this one. “They are all very handsome,” I say, instead of saying that they’re all hot enough to make my panties magically disappear.

Both ladies give me a loaded look that I can’t quite decipher. Maybe it’s their extra years of being here on Earth or their gained wisdom, but I feel like they know something that I haven’t quite figured out myself.

On our way to my car, we decide to stop by the hardware store to say hi.

Pulling into the parking lot, my eyes immediately fly to Miles and Owen, who are unloading a truck full of lumber with two other men.

They’re both sweaty and delicious. I want to crawl up them like they’re sexy coconut trees.

A pounding on the window snaps me out of my daze.

It’s Lyla. She must have already climbed out of the car while I was ogling her uncles.

Great.

I should be looking anywhere else as we walk across the parking lot, but I can’t. My eyes stay fixed on them.

They both sense our presence at the same time.

“Hey, pretty ladies,” Miles shouts.

Lyla waves but keeps walking.

“Are you going to go give them a hug?” I ask her because that’s usually what she does.

“They’re all sweaty,” she says, cringing as she skips into the store.

Miles gives me a wink before picking up another piece of wood. Owen is still just staring. It feels like he’s drilling through me, heart and soul.

“Aves,” Lyla groans. She’s holding the door open, waiting for me. I spare one last look toward the guys before walking inside.

Lyla beelines for the break room.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“To get a snack.”

“You just ate a muffin.”

“And?”