Page 2 of Inconveniently Matched

And fine, according to Tierney and Clementine, who each have three husbands, a reverse harem is the bee’s knees, or as they put it, the triple effect.How they manage, I will never know, and I’m not keen to find out either.

“It’s all settled.You’ll marry the day after tomorrow.Your trust fund will be released to you in three months from the date you sign the marriage certificate, and your father will be able to clear his debt and keep Jensen House.”

Jensen House.If my parents lose this house, the Jensen name will be worthless.My father is the only Jensen without sons and also the only Jensen to completely empty the family’s coffers.That’s two strikes against him.

Is there no way out of this for me?

“I want to see the will, the contract, and any other documents, please.”

“Of course.”My grandmother rummages through her oversized bag at her foot and hands me a thick envelope.“Your future husbands’ contact details are in there as well.”

I stand at my father’s desk and read through each page.It starts with documenting the entire history of the Jensen family.While I’m tempted to skim over the information I already know, I do read each line.When I finally get to the actual contract, I read even slower, careful I don't miss a clause that might bail me out.As the unread piles grow smaller, my apprehension skyrockets.I will have to marry these three men to save my family.

But then I find a stipulation written in such small print I’m forced to bring the page closer to read the words.It references another clause.I go through the pages again, but I can’t find it until I turn a page over, and there it is.My heart pounds in my chest.This is it.I shove all the papers back into the envelope.

“Haley?”my gran, my mom, and my dad chorus, looking at me with alarm.

“I found a loophole,” I say, trembling now.As I hurry out of my dad’s office, I fumble in my handbag for my cell.By the time I’m heading out to my car, I’m already calling a residential number for Manning, Edwards, and Nash.

“Hello, may I speak to either Mr.Manning, Mr.Edwards, or Mr.Nash, please?”That’s a freaking mouthful to say each time.

A man with a pleasant voice, called Ralph, informs me the masters aren’t home.They’re still at their offices in the city.

Well, this is a life-or-death situation, so it doesn’t matter that it’s 10 p.m.

Chapter Two

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Haley

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It doesn’t take melong to find the offices of Manning, Edwards, and Nash.It’s the tallest building in the city, illuminated like a galaxy in the night sky.I’m immediately intimidated, and I haven’t even met them yet.

The security guard eyes me with such grave suspicion that I end up feeling guilty for no reason at all.

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