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“Because I truly believe this is the right move for Bellamy Brooks. If you don’t agree, I completely understand, but—”
“Aw, Wheeler.” Mollie’s eyes glisten with tears. “You really think I’m gonna miss out on hiring that man after all the amazing ideas he came up with for the men’s collection? Oh. He is also amazing to you, amazingly hot, and just all around amazing, so those are other reasons why I definitely think we should hire him.”
I blink. Blink again. “So you’re in? I know Bellamy Brooks has been our baby from day one. I need you to know I don’t take changing things up lightly. I’ve loved our time as a twosome.”
Mollie wags her brows. “But I hear threesomes can be fun.”
“Okay, you need to get laid ASAP. You’re turning into a sixteen-year-old boy.”
“How great are the orgasms while you’re pregnant?”
It’s all I can do not to groan. “The best. I don’t know who enjoys them more, me or Duke.”
“You gotta enjoy the perks of our condition while they last.” She curls a hand over her belly. “So what’s your plan for thegrand gesture? How’re you going to ask your man to be part of our threesome?”
Wiping my eyes, I chuckle. “I haven’t come up with something I love yet. Like, do we take him out to dinner and ask him then? Maybe make him a poster board that says ‘Will you join my company’ and give him a boutonniere?”
It’s Mollie’s turn to laugh. “While I love the prom theme, I think we can get a little more creative. What if…” She taps a finger against her chin. “Hm. The samples we ordered—the ones for the men’s collection—those are supposed to arrive when?”
“Pretty soon, actually.” My heart thumps as I start to pick up what she’s laying down. “Do you think—”
“Yes.” Her expression lights up. “Here’s what we do.”
CHAPTER 29
Brand-New Kicks
Duke
“I didn’t know I had a sexy mechanic fantasy until…yup, right now.”
I smile at the sound of the familiar voice. Glancing up from the trailer tire I just replaced, I see Wheeler standing inside the garage. It’s been a few weeks since our first date, but I still can’t get over the fact that she finally agreed to be my girlfriend.
I can’t get over the fact that it was her idea.
“You’re welcome,” I reply.
“You can fix tractors and wheels and engines and…shit?” She motions to the heavy equipment parked behind me. A stack of spare tires is tucked into a nearby corner; a toolbox the size of a small house sits beside it.
I wipe my face on my sleeve. “I’ll get any engine goin’, no problem.”
“You’re funny.”
“You’re pretty.”
She nods at the flat tire. “What happened?”
“A nail. We bought this dang trailer less than a month ago, and it’s already gotten three flats.”
Then again, that’s the hazard of working and living in a giant construction zone. Stray nails, broken glass, and splintered wood are everywhere these days. Seems like the whole damn ranch is under construction. Between the new studio Mollie and Wheeler are building for Bellamy Brooks, the massive irrigation repair we’re doing over on the Rivers’ side of the ranch, and therenovations we’ve started on several outbuildings, our property is a fucking mess.
It’ll be worth it. But it’s a huge pain in the ass in the meantime.
Speaking of asses, Wheeler is currently devouring mine with her eyes.
“The grease.” She blinks. “Your sweat. But the jeans—”
“What about my jeans?” Rising, I grab my gloves off the top of the tractor’s wheel basin and tuck them into my back pocket. “You sayin’ they’re dirty too?”
