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“It’s lovely to meet you,” they chorus.
My twin sisters wink at her, then look at me, then back at Lola, like a pair of synchronized meerkats.
“You’re very pretty.” Sofia beams at Lola.
“So you’ve said and way too pretty for me?” I ask deadpan.
“You learn fast.” Lola’s sweet voice giggles, which makes me point at her.
“Don’t you start. I have two troublesome women in my life. I don’t need a third to make it a trying trio.”
I can’t tell Lola, but I think I would like nothing more than for her to be a permanent fixture in my life.
“I have another rule,” I say, looking up at my sisters. “You can’t tell anyone Lola was here tonight because she works for the Eagles, and she shouldn’t be here.” I trust my sisters more than life itself. They were the first ones I told when I was drafted and when I signed my eight-year extension. When they aren’t working, which is all the time, they come to every game they can.
Lucia and Sofia walk back to the kitchen and begin picking up the food they still plan on stealing.
“Never heard of a Lola.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“I was never here.”
“Lola who?”
I love my sisters.
“Would you like to stay for dinner? I made a turkey and lentil casserole,” Lola pipes up, surprising me. “If you’ve been working all day, which it looks like you have, then it’s important that you eat properly.”
Instantly laying their stolen food down in acceptance, Sofia sets two extra places at the dining table, while Lucia grabs a bottle of wine and four glasses.
Settling myself at the table, I watch Lola laugh and joke easily with my sisters as they serve up dinner together.
This is what she needs. Distraction.
I’m not kidding when I say that every cell in my body wants to do everything in my power to protect that tiny tornado of a woman with a body made for sin.
Content, I smile, knowing that I’m a lucky bastard getting to spend the night with three awesome women.
Which will go back to two tomorrow night.
But that’s not what I want.
I have to figure out a way to keep her.
How the fuck do I do that?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jordy
“I like your sisters.” Lola does a shitty job covering her mouth to stifle a yawn as she loads the last of the dinnerware into my dishwasher.
“They like you.” It’s almost midnight, and they’ve just left. “C’mere.” I lean against the kitchen cabinets, widening my legs for her to stand between, and beckon her to me.
Slamming the dishwasher door closed, she walks the three short steps so I can pull her against me.
Resting her hands on my chest, she pushes up to her tiptoes, and I meet her somewhere in the middle so we can kiss.
