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“What do you want me to do?” He had him by the balls. Will wouldn’t let his dad or Abby anywhere near Bruce Tyler. The guy was a nutjob. “What do you want?”

“See, I am looking for something. A particular piece of…luggage, you might call it. You are going to help me find it. This is what you are going to do.”

Will just listened, lying there in the snow behind Chandler Tyler’s damned restaurant.

The first hit of the bat had been a warning.

Will had gotten the message.

18

“Just which guyare you here with tonight, anyway, you slut?” a voice said behind Dylan when she came out of the restroom stall. Dylan looked up at the mirror. At the four women who had now cornered her.

Sisters. Everywhere. Sheesh.

They moved quiet for such a large batch of green-eyed creatures. Devaney gave her most wicked grin after she asked it. She, Dahlia, Daisy, and Dixie were waiting. For Dylan’s answer.

“I am here with…no one, actually. Quade is technically my date, but something happened on set with three actresses, so he is running late. Mateo asked that I dance with him and if I would like something to drink. I told him I would dance with him in a little while.”

“And Fletcher Hot Guy Tyler?” Devaney asked. “The one you are shacking up in sin with? What about him?”

Well. That was the one man she did not want to think about right now, thank you very much. He had confused her completely, and she couldn’t figure out why. “He just gave me a lift, that’s all.”

And well, told her that it wouldn’t be so bad if people thought they were together. Talk about…different.

“Honey, that man did not look like an Uber,” Dixie said, drawling it out. “He was looking at you like certain parts of him were on fire.”

“I probably made him angry again. It seems to be a gift,” Dylan said. Even though she knew what Dixie meant.

Something about how he had looked at her, everything felt different tonight.Fletcherhad been different tonight. She was almost certain of it.

“Yeah, not buying that,” Daisy—her sweetest, cutest, big sister—said. “I think we can all agree that that is aTylerman. And we have seen how they look at beautiful women when they are feeling a bit randy.”

“How?” Dahlia asked, quietly. She wasn’t whispering. She felt comfortable with their sisters. That made Dylan happy, no denying that. She’d worried about how Dahlia would take her moving out—but her sister seemed to be adjusting okay.

“Like the last snack cake in the box,” Dylan muttered.

“Feeling a bit like a Little Debbie right now?” Dixie asked.

“This dress has some power. I found it at the second-hand store.”

“It isn’t the dress that has him looking at you like that,” Dixie said.

“Those Tylers are so, so beautiful,” Daisy said, almost dreamily. “We’ll probably all marry Tylers eventually, you know. There are plenty for all of us.”

“Yeah, never going to happen,” Dixie said. “Well, probably never going to happen. At least not all of us. Darcey, definitely not. Me, probably not. Daisy—you are so pitiful. This Tyler crush of yours is so limiting your options. Expand the horizons, chick. Expand.”

“I can’t. There are just so many of them.” Daisy started fanning herself like a lunatic. “Each one is like seriously the hottest man on the planet. It’s insane how hot they all are.”

“What about the four of us?” Dahlia asked.

“We should all marry Tylers just to spite Dad?” Devaney said. “Sounds like a plan to me, if they just weren’t all arrogant buttheads anyway. Talk about going from frying pan to the fire. At least the ones I’ve met. With the exceptions of Gil, Ben, and Fletcher, anyway.”

“Most of them are not buttheads, Dev,” Daisy said. “Or if they are, they are so hot I never notice. I’ll introduce you to the ones you haven’t met yet, if you want.”

“Well, I think we can all agree that as of tonight, Fletcher is Dylan’sspecialTyler,” Dixie’s green eyes met Dylan’s. “Don’t be afraid. Go for it. Fletcher is the kind of man romance novels are written about. One of the best men I know.”

“I am just his housekeeper. And that is all it is ever going to be.” Dylan was just going to stick to that, thank you very much. She would have said more, but the doors opened.

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