The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

“Well, the idea was to let Jayma see which of us she wants to be with in the long-term.”

Dig settled into the sofa. “But Carter and I are a package deal.”

“Do I hear you guys talking about me?” Jayma called from the living room entrance.

She was wearing some sky-high heels and a pretty little halter dress that revealed almost all of her back. The red hair tumbling down against her fair skin was stunning. I held out my hand.

“Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes. Hi Tanner,” she said, snuggling into my lap.

I did a quick inventory of the other guys’ faces to see how they felt about me helping myself to our girl, but they all looked completely cool with it.

She looked at the other guys and leaned down to give me a soft and juicy kiss that I didn’t think I’d ever forget. Then, she looked back around. Our baby clearly liked being watched.

“Okay, guys. Show’s over,” she said, popping up from my lap.

Groans echoed around the room.

“C’mon. Dinner time.”

Once again, Jayma served a dinner that blew me away.

She was a keeper, for sure. Question was, who’d end up with her?

“I wanted to say something to the four of you,” she said, standing up.

The expression on her face was pretty serious. Could it have to do with whatever went down at work earlier? Christ, I hope there wasn’t some sort of problem.

“I think you all know—Tanner does for sure, since we work together—that I’ve been receptionist at the ad agency for a long time now. Well, I wanted to share with you that the founder, Mr. Renner, called me into his office today.”

Oh shit. Was she in trouble over the Bob thing? Had I made it worse?

“And,” she looked around the table, “he told me he liked my work ethic, and that he wanted me to be part of the account team. He offered me a great new job!”

The table erupted in cheers, which she quieted by waving her hands.

“There is a, um, complication, though,” she said.

We all looked at each other, then back at her.

“What sort of complication?” Wyatt asked.

A strange sadness washed over her face.

“The position isn’t here in San Francisco.”

“So where is it, baby? Down in Silicon Valley? That’s not that far,” I said.

She looked around the table at each of us.

“No, the job is in Chicago.”

Chapter 27

JAYMA

What?”

“You’re fucking kidding.”