Page 4 of My Brother's Best Friends

“The Anderson triplets,” I say under my breath.

“Clearly, you remember them,” Bryan says, amusement coloring his voice. “They were always over at the house?—”

“I was there, yes,” I assure him.

The problem isn’t that I forgot Bryan’s three best friends—it’s that I’ve spent far too much time remembering them. The last time I saw them, I was in high school, and I couldn’t wait to be a woman so they’d look at me differently.

Here I am—a woman with a few boyfriends in the rearview and a heart hungry for more.

I never forgot the gorgeous, fun-loving guys my brother spent most of his youth with. I had a massive crush on them—not just on one, but on all three. They were identical, yet each had his own quirks.

I could tell them apart only because I’d spent years studying their subtle differences. I used to make up any excuse I could to be in the room when they were around. I even taught myself to play Grand Theft Auto just to share the same couch with them—elbow to elbow in deliciously cramped quarters.

“I’m going to be sharing a suite with…”

“The triplets,” Bryan finishes for me. “Is that okay?”

“It’s fine,” I say, my voice higher than I’d like. “I haven’t seen them in years, but we’ll pick up right where we left off. I just want a shower.”

“And then get horizontal?” Bryan says with a grin.

“Yes, sir,” I say.

“Here it is.” He points to a doorway across the hall.

I swipe the keycard, holding my breath the whole time.

“Let me take your bags inside for you,” Bryan says.

“I’ve got them,” I say. “You’ve done enough—I don’t want to bother you anymore.”

“It’s not a bother,” he says.

I step inside the suite, barely registering any of the decor. It’s open concept, with three plush leather couches curved around a massive wall-mounted TV. In the back, a full-sized kitchen with marble countertops is tucked behind an island and four bar stools. Four doors branch off to what must be separate bedrooms; only one stands open.

“That must be mine,” I say.

Bryan brushes past me to haul my luggage into the open bedroom. But I hang back, eyeing the three other doors and the triplet treasure hidden behind them. How am I supposed to survive an entire vacation with the three hottest men on the planet?

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MAKAYLA

Igive Bryan a good-night hug before he finally leaves me for the night.

“Thanks for everything, Bry.”

“Don’t mention it, Kay. I’m glad you’re here,” he says.

“Me, too. Just tell me there’s a Swedish buffet involved for breakfast in the morning.”

He chuckles. “You’re going to love it.”

Once he’s gone and I’m left alone, I take a moment to settle into the space and my new circumstances.

If I’m lucky, I’ll get a few hours of sleep before my suitemates wake up. I duck into my bedroom and discover that it’s everything I’d hoped for. There’s plenty of space. I grab my laptop bag from the suitcase and place it on the desk. I’m out of a job, so I’m not even sure why I brought it.

“I can still hunt for jobs,” I mutter, refusing to consider anything I brought with me as dead weight.

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