After losing my job for refusing my boss’s disgusting proposition, I had two choices:
Rot alone in my apartment
Or escape to Sweden—where snow, champagne, and three of the most dangerously attractive men I’ve ever known were waiting.
Guess which one I picked?
Worst. Decision. Ever.
I should have said no to my brother’s invitation.
A luxury ski retreat?
Gorgeous log cabins, crackling fires, and the triplets Ive crushed on since Highschool—my brother’s three best friends.
Because the Andersons don’t just share the same face, the same panty-melting smirk, the same hands that know exactly how to ruin me—
They share everything.
Including the one secret that could destroy us all.
Theres zero chance of knowing who the father is. Identical triplets share almost identical DNA.
The words slam into me like a freight train.
Oh. Hell.
How did I let this happen?
