I crossed my legs on the brown leather couch. Tossing my hair back, I flashed Dean Fletcher a wide smile without acknowledging Colt’s presence.“You look stunning, La Rose.” Dean’s deep voice dripped with secret promises.“Really?” I fanned my face comically, and he let out a deep laugh.“Thank you,” I said finally, my hand slowly running down my thigh. Dean was not as confident as his brother. He blushed and looked away.My eyes finally met Colt, and his gaze was piercing. But I remained poker-faced, and tension descended into the room.Still, he did not look away. He sat with careless arrogance, legs spread, shirtless as always, his ringed fingers drumming on the empty seat beside him.Did the man not own a shirt? He wore every damn thing without one. Suits, coats, now a knee-length blazer.Dean cleared his throat, and laughed nervously. “I know this is an awkward situation, and an odd question, but have you decided which one of us you’ll marry?”“Why is it odd?” I turned to him w
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