Page 2 of Secret Baby for the Triplets

Toby wears his expressions all over his face as clear as day, and that’s why we never play poker with him or take him into business negotiations. We’d lose our shirts in a heartbeat.

The man nods around the table before turning over his cards. “Dealer calls. Twenty.”

One of the other players chuckles with his Blackjack hand, and I shrug and show my hand, standing.

“You probably would have won if you’d taken another hit,” Toby tries to whisper, but it comes out much louder than he intends.

“It’s easy to criticize when you’ve got nothing at stake,” Owen offers in my defense.

“Brock should have asked for another card.” Toby sulks as if my call was a personal insult to him. “We’re in Vegas. You gotta take risks sometimes, you know?”

I smirk lightly and lead us toward the bar. “That’s why I’m in charge of the ranch’s finances, and you’re not.”

It wasn’t meant to be hurtful—not really, but I can tell it burned him. His stormy eyes flash at my taunt, but Owen steps between us, steering our baby brother toward the group of party girls. The eighteen minutes between me and Toby might as well be eighteen years some days—most days. “Let’s go meet some oversexed midwestern women, shall we?”

As we amble closer, the women immediately flock to us, their eyes lighting up as we approach.

“Well, hello!” the bride slurs, and I instantly recognize our mistake.

They’re far too drunk already. This isn’t going to turn out well for any of us.

Her bloodshot eyes are set on me, her manicured hand landing on my chest like she’s claiming a prize.

Tequila leaks from every pore as she tips her head back and stares up at me like I might kiss her—or carry her off to a chapel.

She stumbles forward, and as much as I’d rather not touch her, I catch her to keep her from falling on her face. Alarm bells fire off in my head. I need to get out of here before I find myself in a world of trouble.

“Damn, you’re hot,” she slurs, licking her lips. Then her gaze swings to my brothers. “Wait… You guys look alike. Three super hot guys who look exactly alike?”

Something tells me her marriage isn’t going to last long.

Smoothly, an arm pries her from me, guiding her out of my clutches. I find myself staring into the most beautiful emerald stare, her blonde hair falling just to her shoulders.

Unlike the bride-to-be, she’s coherent.

“They’re triplets, Belle,” the blonde informs the bride, offering me a reproving look.

I blink innocently and hold up my hands.

“Triplets?!” The entire party screams in unison.

We’re encircled like celebrities, and I catch Owen’s expression of discontent as he tries to untangle himself from the mix. It’s my turn to give the nasty look. The blonde looks sheepish and hands off her drunk friend to a nearby woman.

“You guys need to go upstairs,” she orders them, but they’re fixated on me and my brothers now.

Someone touches my face, and another one grabs my bicep. I shudder as we’re being mauled by the inebriated mob.

“You’re so strong! Are you cowboys?”

“I love your hat!”

“Are you into threesomes?”

I feel a tug on my hand as I try to back out of the group gracefully, repelled by their sloppiness.

Turning, I see the blonde gesturing for me to follow her. “Come this way,” she urges, pulling me to the right, away from the bar.

“Don’t take him!” one of the women yells. “You can’t steal the hotties!”

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