I flew to Vegas to disappear into my brother’s penthouse. I ended up disappearing into his three best friends—including the ex I never wanted to see again.
Andrew, Ethan, and Liam are my brother’s business partners. His inner circle—the men he’d never forgive anyone for touching. Andrew broke my heart seven years ago without a second thought.
Now he looks at me like walking away was the worst mistake of his life. Ethan knows what I need before I ask—steady, controlled, and far too aware of every reaction my body gives him.
And Liam makes it dangerously easy to forget why any of this is a terrible idea. One reckless, champagne-soaked night broke every rule my brother ever set. Six weeks later: two pink lines.
A paternity test. Three names. Any of the above.
Now we’re all living under the same roof—and all three of them are fighting over who gets to rub my swollen feet like this baby already belongs to them. Like they’ve already decided I do too.
The billion-dollar deal they’re closing needs a perfect family image. My brother will lose his mind if he finds out. And if everything falls apart, I could lose all three of them.
But they don’t walk away. They don’t even flinch. They just keep saying the same three words: We’ve got you. All of us. I’m not choosing. And neither are they.
