Mom said they would treat me like a sister.
She said it in the foyer of a house that had a fountain inside it, with her new husband’s hand on her waist and three identical men standing on the stairs like the marriage had come with extra teeth.
Cade. Reid. Knox.
Twenty-eight. Same face. Same height. Not the same eyes.
Cade looked at me like a problem he intended to solve. Reid looked at me like he’d already taken my clothes off. Knox didn’t look away at all.
I’m Wren Holley. Twenty-two. I moved in because the alternative was a roommate who stole groceries and a lease I couldn’t cover. That was the story I told myself. The truth was I packed the short shorts on purpose.
The wedding was last Saturday. Tonight the newlyweds were on a plane. The staff had been dismissed. The house was fou
