Ending Torment

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Holy-Cow-the-Men-in-This-Town-Were-Hot stepped through a curtain of plastic strips. His long black hair hung loosely over his shoulders. His cheekbones could cut glass they were so finely chiseled.

“Channie is out running deliveries. Is there something I can help you with?” If he’d asked me a month ago, I would’ve said, ‘yes, help me off with my clothes.’ Now, I was well spoken for, but I could admire the finery.

“She’s putting some arrangements together for me for tomorrow. I just wanted to pop in and see how things were going. I’ll just see her tomorrow.” I waved my hand around like an idiot.

“You want to leave a message?” he asked.

“Tell her Bailey said hi.” I waved and pushed on Tracey to leave.

I got dumb around good looking men. It didn’t matter that Gage was hotter by far, and I seemed to be able to talk to him

“Who was that?” I asked once we were back on the sidewalk.

“What Dylan? He’s Channie’s brother.”

“She has a brother? She didn’t tell me she had a brother. I can’t work for her if her brother looks like that.”

“I thought you were in love with Gage?” Tracey laughed at the awkwardness of my situation.

“I am!” I yelled a little too loudly.

“You’re funny, Bailey. You have an entire pack of fine men at your disposal, and you get all flustered around a pretty package.”

“How do you do it? How do you keep your cool when you deal with good looking men? And don’t you dare say it’s because you’re so very married to Brooks.”

“Have you seen my husband? He is supa-fine. It takes a lot to distract me away from that.”

I didn’t believe her. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and stared at her.

She shrugged. “Okay, fine. I’ve known guys like Dylan, and Max, and even Gage entirely too long to be distracted by them. It’s part of keeping cool as a nurse. If you start working for Channie, in no time, you won’t blink twice at Dylan. Trust me.”

I sighed. The gravity of my situation weighed me down. “How am I supposed to do this?”

“What get married? It’s surprisingly easy. You say ‘I do,’ you sign your name, and then you love the hell out of each other.”

I lifted my free hand out to her. “But I’ve got…”

I’ve got four men I’m supposed to be marrying. I wanted each of them. I thought the whole ‘we are pack’ thing was going to make it easier. Gage turned me into goo, but one good looking guy with long black hair and I got all tongue-tied.

“Bailey, you’re getting married. All that means is you’re committing to Gage. It doesn’t mean the rest of you magically changes. You aren’t going to suddenly start wearing dresses and cleaning the house in pumps and pearls unless that’s the way you were before you got married. You’re still going to hate broccoli even if your husband thinks it’s the only vegetable in the world.”

“You hate broccoli?” I asked. I got her point. I’d always be insta-stupid around good looking men, even if my husband were the best looking man on the planet, which he was.

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t stand it. It smells like farts.”

She made me laugh. I’d survive getting married just fine.

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