Dedication

To my readers because without you, I would still be writing books in my spare time, terrified to let anyone read it. Thank you!

Content Warning

This book has references of pregnancy loss, loss of a partner and suicide. There is also mention of cheating but it is not between the main female character and her men. It is a why choose romance, meaning the main character ends up with more than one lover. If any of these things offend you or upset you, please do not continue.

1. Jane

ONE

Jane

8pm Saturday Night

I slid the black dress down my body, feeling the fabric hug my curves. It was one of the few tight dresses I owned. I brought it with me from Dallas to wear for Callum, and just maybe for Aiden and Nathan, too. Just thinking about them hurt my heart more than I’d like to admit. I hated feeling like this so soon after losing Henry and the baby.

Zipping up the dress, I looked in the mirror, admiring the way I looked tonight. I was still a little self-conscious about my stomach, but I was ready for a night of dancing with Darcy. Slipping on black wedges, and luckily, I remembered how to wear them. I put my jewelry on, fluffed up my curls and made sure my smokey eyes were sharp.

My phone vibrated on my nightstand, and I picked it up to see Darcy’s text message. I’m here.

Grabbing my crossbody bag, I walked towards the front door. Pausing, I admire my beautiful home that was almost finished being built. I left the kitchen light on and a lamp in the living room just in case I came home a little drunk and I needed to minimize running into things. I locked up and walked towards Darcy sitting in a slick, black Mercedes SUV.

I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. “Damn girl, do you have a garage full of cars?”

Darcy laughed as she reversed. “I wish. This is Mary’s car. We drive together to work, and she never goes out,” she said, playing some club music. “That’s how I’m able to get extra money doing Ride Share, like I did for you. To get extra money.”

“That’s really smart, Darcy,” I said, noticing that she was going in a different direction than I had taken to go to work the last few days. I still couldn’t believe that it had been three weeks since I left Dallas. It felt like I arrived yesterday seeing Aiden, Nathan and Callum shirtless, finishing the home that I designed with my late husband Henry. My lip quivered at the need to cry. I wasn’t just mourning the death of my husband anymore. Somehow these guys wormed their way into my life, and this past week without them had been miserable. Mountain View was lackluster without them.