Page 2 of Accidentally Matched

The fuck she does.

“I have a business proposition you won’t be able to refuse. Just wait until you hear it.” She claps her hands together, and her face breaks into a brilliant smile that rivals the sun, is more blinding, and has enough power to ignite a fire under my skin. Fuck that.

There is no way in hell we’re doing any kind of business with her. Ever.

“Can we talk in your office?” she asks, batting her eyes at us and broadening her smile even more. We need to get her out of here before she starts a cult of worship with our men. Best to hear her out and send her on her way.

“Get that thorn out,” I tell the men, using my tone that indicates no further questions are necessary. We walk toward our offices, removing our gloves and stuffing them into our jeans’ pockets. Miss Pink follows behind us.

At the rate she’s weaving over the terrain, hopping a bit here and there, goingoh, oh,when she comes across a heap of dung, we’ll reach our offices by nightfall tomorrow.

We play a silent game oftag; you’re it. Jace loses. He groans, turns around, bends his knees, and scoops the pink bundle up, tossing her over his shoulder and then using his hat to cover her ass. Her skirt is so fucking short, she’ll be flashing the rest of the staff we pass along the way.

Jace sets her down the instant we’re in our office, which is a barn just outside of the house. Nessie—Lone River’s housekeeper during our fathers’ and our grandfathers’ eras and now housekeeps for us as well—refuses to let us use the offices in the house.

We’ll be messing up the house with our big filthy boots and stinking the place up with our sweat. She wasn’t having any of that in her old age.

Tierney takes a seat on one of the plastic chairs, her face red, but she ignores how flustered she is. We stand and face her, leaning against a massive oak desk.

“What can we do for you, Ms. Vaughn?” Nolan asks, always the polite one.

She crosses her legs and opens her mouth, full pink lips probably ready to deliver a verbal storm on the way we’rehandlingher, since she hasn't uttered a word about being tossed over Jace’s shoulder yet.

If she brings it up, our defense is time constraints. Instead, she bursts into another dazzling smile that makes her golden-brown eyes sparkle like gems.

Kill us fucking now.

“I would like to embark on a short-term corporeal expedition with the three of you.”

Either she’s not speaking English, or we misheard her completely. Probably the latter since there is no way on god’s green fucking earth, we’re going toembarkon anything, long or short term, with the pink heiress that involves anything corporeal, and if by that she means fucking, we’re definitely not doing that either.

Chapter Two

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