The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

Why did she have to ask these kinds of questions?

“He had to get up early. Anyway, yes, we had sex. Massive, hot, nasty sex. He was amazing.”

She yawned. “Okay. I’m happy for you. Now why are you calling me so fucking late?”

“Because…he’s the fourth guy I’ve dated in the last week and a half. I think I’m an official slut.”

“Oh god. I don’t know if you’re an official slut, but you are an official idiot. What are you so freaked about?”

“Let me spell it out for you, Shelle. I like them all. I don’t know what to do,” I whined.

“You seem to be doing okay to me.”

“I can’t date four guys. I have to choose one.”

“Okay. Then choose one,” she said. I heard her sinking back into her bed. I was losing her.

“How can I? Carter, my hot neighbor, is so sweet. He wants to fix up my crappy house. Tanner, from work, is built like a god and is helping me get ahead in advertising. Wyatt, my world-traveling plumber, has offered to put some time in on the house, too. And the last guy, Dig, the tall, dark, and handsome one, wants to sell the house when it’s done.”

“Oh. My. Wow.” I had her attention now.

“And they all seem to like me, just like I like them.”

“Okay,” Shelle said. “This is what you have to do.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“You need to be honest with them. All of them. Tell them how you feel, and that it’s tormenting you. I’ll bet they’ll all date you until you can clearly choose one. And if any of them bail, then you’ll know he wasn’t for you.”

“Oh my god. I don’t know if I can.”

“I don’t see any choice. You can be honest with them all and maybe you’ll end up with someone, and maybe not. But if you’re not honest, you’ll definitely end up with no one.”

Chapter 18

CARTER

I wasn’t sure whether Jayma would go for it or not, but she finally agreed to accept my help. Not that she had much choice. I mean, she was down to the wire. The bank was ready to snap up the house with their greedy little hands, leaving her god knows where. Shit, if I really thought about it, I was just as excited about helping her as I was in giving the bank the big old middle finger.

If we could pull it off.

We had to fix up the place and sell it. And we had two weeks.

The good news was that Dig’s date with her had been awesome, just as mine had. We didn’t know if she’d accept the offer of dating us both, but we were patient.

And—she was coming to stay with me.

Yup. While her house was worked on, she couldn’t very well stay there—the electric and plumbing had to be cut off. So I offered her and her cat an extra room—my house was huge, anyway. No strings attached, of course. But if she did want to share my bed with me from time to time, well, I’d be quite happy about that.

I ran across the lawn to her house and rang the doorbell. The one that was hanging out of its socket by a wire.

Ugh. What was I getting myself into?

The door flew open, and there stood my redheaded beauty.

Well, she wasn’t mine, per se. But a guy could always hope.

“You all packed up?” I asked. God, she looked cute in her jeans and sneakers.