Page 115 of Three Reckless Words

Her hand is cupped over her mouth, but although her eyes are wide, they’re filled with laughter. A breathy giggle escapes.

She’s still naked, the little minx, showing off this tiny roll around the base of her stomach when she sits up.

I love that too.

Winnie isn’t bird thin. She has real curves. Her physique reflects the carefree spirit behind those big green eyes.

Goddamn.

I don’t know what I did to have a woman like this fall into my bed, but I’ll pray to any deity who can keep her here.

But first, Colton.

I jump up and throw on a pair of jeans and a white tee, hoping to hide the hard-on from Hades that refuses to behave.

When I head down, the boys are on the sofa, laughing at some dumb streamer on TV screaming like a girl while he games.

I heave a sigh of relief.

Okay, disaster averted.

No, I didn’t get to see Winnie ride me this morning, but I saw plenty last night. In the moonlight, she looks like a goddess coming for my soul, and I was set to hand it over.

I snort at the thought.

A fucking goddess?

Who am I? Where is Archer Rory?

While Evans and Colt laugh themselves red over the streamer’s antics, I get started on breakfast, beating the pancake batter together and frying up some bacon on the side. I’ve just about regained my composure when the doorbell chimes.

Weird. Someone at the gate at ten a.m. on a Saturday? I pull out my phone, check the camera, and my heart stops.

Of course, it’s Rina.

It had to be her.

Shit!

What did Colt say again?

Something about his mother wanting to take them to the park?

Naturally, I forgot like the sex-crazed lump I am today. I was so taken up with Winnie that I never gave Rina the time of day.

I didn’t call her like I meant to. I never even made a final decision about this outing.

And Winnie’s still upstairs.

Fuck.

At least Colt hasn’t realized she’s not in the guest room. If I can just tell Rina to come back later before Winnie comes down, this whole mess might be averted.

But when I buzz her through and open the door, she breezes past me like she owns the place.

“Pancakes,” she says as a greeting, inhaling sharply. “You always were good at those.”

“What the hell are you doing here, Rina?”

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