Quadruplets Make Six

“Yes. Something a little more updated, maybe?” Hunter asked.

“That’s actually a wonderful idea. I just updated my wardrobe and I’ve never felt better,” my mother said.

“You’ve never looked better either, my love. Finally! My daughter shows a little bit of pride in her body. Did Cassie enjoy any of the clothes?” my father asked.

“A few of them. But Cassie’s much more… well-endowed… in some areas. A few fit, but I still have most of them,” I said.

“Ah, well. I’m glad she could use a couple of things. I have no idea where in the world her mother gets her fashion sense, but it’s horrendous. I’m not sure how her husband puts up with it,” my father said.

“I have to contact the tailor. We need to get Ava’s new measurements for her clothes,” my mother said.

“And I have work that needs to be accomplished. I’ve got another bid to put in for some land. That gas pipe isn’t going to build itself!”

I stood there with a lopsided smile on my face as my parents dashed out of the room. I sighed with relief as I hunched my shoulders and let my stomach roll out a bit. I looked over at my brothers as they grinned at me, then they escorted me over to the kitchen table.

“So, where were you really?” Hunter asked.

“How far did you get this time?” Lorenzo asked.

“Kettle,” I said. “I got as far as Kettle.”

“Holy shit. You made it over an hour outside of the city,” Finn said. “What happened?”

“Did you guys get a massive storm here?” I asked.

“Nope, but you probably did in those mountains. They get them there all the damn time. It’s insane,” Finn said.

“You got caught in one, didn’t you?” Hunter asked.

“I did. It was bad, too. I thought I’d totaled the car,” I said.

“Wait, slow down. You were in an accident?” Lorenzo asked.

“It wasn’t bad, I swear. I just skidded off the road and ended up in a ditch,” I said.

“How the hell did you get out of it?” Lorenzo asked.

“I just waited it out. The water got high enough and it carried my car back to level ground, then from there I could get home,” I said.

“But you obviously stayed the night somewhere,” Hunter said. “What happened?”

“A hotel, you nimrod. Where else would I have stayed?” I asked.

My eyes darted between my brothers, hoping they would buy what I was selling. The last thing I needed to tell my overprotective brothers was that I had stayed in a cabin on the mountain with some burly man with sparkling brown eyes. They all looked at one another before they drew in a deep breath, and I just knew I had been caught.

Until Finn started talking.

“The banker prompted this, didn’t he?”

Tears crested my eyes as Hunter began to rub my back.

“I can’t marry that man, you guys. He’s forty-four years old. Ready to have kids. Allergic to everything under the sun. I don’t know anything about him,” I said.

“Who said anything about marriage?” Lorenzo asked.

“Dad. The last argument we had before I packed up my things was that I was going on a date with my future husband. They wanted us to meet, get to know one another, then our family and theirs were going to start arranging wedding plans,” I said.

“What the fuck is that bullshit?” Hunter asked. “We didn’t know about this.”