Sin City Baby: A Reverse Harem Accidental Marriage Romance

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by Rye Hart


  Jenn, sensing that something wasn't right, reached out and took my hands in hers, giving them a reassuring squeeze. I was so caught up in my own head that when I felt her hands on mine, I jumped, knocking my coffee all over the table and myself. Thankfully it wasn't scalding hot, but it was warm and wet – and my jeans were now soaked as I jumped up from the chair.

  “Jesus Christ, Hailey, what's going on with you?” Jenn asked me, her eyes wide with surprise.

  I stared back at my best friend, and felt my cheeks flush when I saw the expression of concern on her face. We both reached for the napkins on the table at the same time, our hands getting tangled up with one another.

  “I'm so sor –”

  I started to speak and then cut myself off when I caught sight of a familiar face coming through the front the door of the coffee house. Great. Just what I needed when I was as flustered and frustrated as I felt in that moment.

  “Crap,” I groaned. “It's Cason.”

  “Where?” she asked, dropping her napkins and turning to look at the door. When she spotted the tall, good looking man coming in, an approving grin spread across her face.

  “Ah, so it is,” she said and then started waving at him like a loon. “Hey, Cason!”

  I slapped her hand down as she waved at him and tried to shush her, not wanting to draw attention to the coffee soaked table – or my pants, which were also drenched. But it was too late, Cason saw us, smiled, waved, and headed our way. I quickly sat down, hiding my legs underneath the table as I wiped up my mess, trying to avoid eye contact with him. My jeans were wet and clung to me uncomfortably. I took a shallow breath and realized that I smelled like a coffee pot. “Hailey, Jenn, how's it going?” he asked.

  “Good, good,” Jenn said, talking as if they were old friends. “Care to join us?”

  I was still busying myself, avoiding Cason's eyes by wiping down the table as best I could with the dinky little napkins the coffee house provided. But when she spoke, I sat straight up, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through me. With my heart pounding so hard I was sure they could both hear it, I shot Jenn a warning look.

  “I'm sure he's gotta head into work –” I started to say.

  “Actually, I'm off today,” Cason said, pulling up a chair and sitting down beside me. “It's totally rare, but it happens now and then.”

  Jenn, with a gleam in her eye, gave me a mischievous look before turning back to Cason with a big smile on her face. I had no idea what she was up to, but the knots in my stomach told me that it probably wasn't going to be good.

  “Speaking of which,” she said, “you guys left pretty quickly after the bonfire last night. I didn't even see you there.”

  “What can I say? We were beat,” he said.

  I noticed he was staring right at me. His golden-brown eyes were solely on me, as if there was nobody else in the room, even though he was speaking to Jenn. And as our eyes met, the look he gave me made the swarm of butterflies in my stomach start to batter my insides. I scolded myself, mentally, for even feeling that way. I wasn't ready to think that way about anyone, no matter how handsome he was. “So Hailey, what are you doing this evening?” Cason asked.

  “Well, I think Jenn and I might be –”

  “No, I can't,” Jenn said before I could finish.

  I looked at her with eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. I couldn't believe she was hanging me out to dry like that. She just shrugged and gave me an “aw shucks” kind of smile.

  “Sorry,” she said and rolled her eyes dramatically like she was a total airhead or something. “I totally forgot that Martin has a business dinner with some clients, and I have to stay home with the kids. I was going to tell you”

  “I'll help,” I said. “I know you have your hands full.”

  “I think I can handle my kids on my own,” she laughed. “I've managed it for this long. But thanks for the offer.”

  “Great. Sounds like you're free then,” Cason said as he pulled his phone from his pocket. “There's a new restaurant over in Shoreview I've been dying to try out. I was thinking that maybe we could check it out together tonight?”

  “Uhh –”

  I racked my brain and was having trouble coming up with an excuse on the fly. Given that Jenn had just thrown me under the bus, I had to try and to come up with something that sounded plausible and not rude. Jenn sat back in her seat, a little grin upon her lips as she stared at me while I fluttered and flailed, trying to come up with something.

  Finally, with both of them looking at me, I knew I had to say something – unless I wanted to sit there, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, looking like a complete moron.

  “Sure. Sounds good,” I said, trying to smile but cringing inside as the words fell out of my mouth.

  “Awesome, what's your number?” he asked.

  Jenn answered for me, speaking quickly and reciting my number ready before I could even remember what it was. He somehow managed to keep up with her, punching it into his phone as she spoke. And a moment later, my phone buzzed with a new text message – a smiling emoji.

  “Got it,” I said, forcing an awkward smile onto my face as I held up my phone. “Must be from you.”

  “Actually, it wasn't,” Cason said, leaning closer to look at it, a perplexed expression on his face. “I was just going to send you a message, but looks like someone beat me to it.”

  As we stared at my phone, another message popped up.

  “Yeah, I thought I recognized my brother's number,” he groaned, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

  “Ah yeah, Quinn,” I muttered, putting my phone away.

  I'd forgotten all about giving him my number when he'd asked before we got to the diner. He said we should catch up, maybe talk about writing, and it sounded like fun at the time. As we headed for the diner, things were going well, the conversation was flowing, and it just happened.

  And now, I had two out of three McCormick brothers' numbers in my phone.

  I looked at Cason and half expected that to be a deal breaker, but his smile remained intact. There was a sparkle in his eye and Cason raised his chin in defiance. He looked as if he were accepting a challenge. I could only imagine the conversation at the McCormick house when he got home.

  “See you tonight, Hailey,” he said. “I'll be at your parent's place around six. Really looking forward to it.”

  “Yeah, ummm – me too.”

  He stood up from the table, and gave me a long look. It seemed like he wanted to say something more, but though better of it and remained silent. Instead, he turned and walked toward the door. I had no idea what came over me, but as he walked out, I couldn't help but watch him go – and noticed that his tight ass was a nice sight too. I mentally kicked myself for staring, although it was totally reflexive.

  “Huh,” I said.

  “Huh what?” Jenn asked.

  “Didn't you notice that he didn't even order anything?” I asked.

  “Probably didn't come here for the coffee then. Guess he was in the mood for something else,” Jenn said, giving me a flirty little wink.

  I looked out the window and saw Cason climb into his pickup truck. He waved at me, clearly seeing me through the large window to the street.

  “Yeah, I guess maybe you're right.” I laughed. “But now what am I going to do?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I have Quinn and Cason both reaching out to me, and I'm not ready to date anyone,” I said. “Much less brothers. Do you have any idea how complicated that will get?”

  Jenn shrugged. “Go out on your date with Cason, have fun,” she said. “Tell them you're not looking for anything serious and see where it goes. There's nothing wrong with dating around before getting serious. You are allowed to go out and have a little fun, you know. There's nothing wrong with it.”

  “But – brothers?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “That just seems a little strange. A lot strange, actually.”

  “Hey, at least yo
u don't have Ben after you too,” she teased. “Well at least not yet. You have, after all, only been in town a few days, and –”

  “Hush,” I said, finding it hard not to laugh at my bizarre situation.

  Back in high school, I would have killed to have had either of them – Cason or Quinn – notice me. Back then, neither one of them even seemed to really know I even existed. Now, I had both of them after me. Then reality intruded, and all of those bad memories came flooding back. Everything I'd been trying to escape from. Everything I'd left back in California. I needed to work on me at that moment. I needed to find a way to leave the past in the past and focus on myself in the here and now. I didn't need to get involved with one of the McCormick brothers – let alone two, or maybe even all three of them.

  It was a depressing reality. “It's crazy, and I'm not going to lie, it's flattering as hell,” I said. “But it's also the last thing I need right now.”

  ***

  A short time later, we left the coffee house and parted ways. Jenn climbed into her crossover SUV – a car, once upon a time, I would have never pictured her in. I was within walking distance to my parent's house, where I was staying, so I took off on foot. When she drove by and gave me a quick beep with her horn, I waved.

  A small grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. I still couldn't believe that I'd agreed to have dinner with Cason – something I never would have agreed to had it not been for her. But then her voice echoed through my mind. I deserved to have a little fun. There wasn't anything wrong with me enjoying myself. Was there?

  I'd been through pure and utter hell before coming back to Black Oak. Didn't I deserve to just enjoy myself and my life a bit for a change?

  Acting on impulse, I pulled out my phone and texted Quinn as I walked, not wanting to be a complete jerk to the guy. After all, he'd been nice enough to help me escape the bonfire when I got to feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all.

  I thought it would only be polite to show him a little appreciation for pulling me out of there. I sent him a quick “Thanks for saving me last night,” text and put my phone away.

  Not even a full minute had passed when my phone buzzed again, and I had to admit, getting such a quick response from a man like Quinn made me smile. I didn't want to admit it, lest things start getting complicated, but I honestly felt better than I had in a while. When I pulled out my phone and read his text, my face literally hurt from the smile that broke out across it.

  Anytime, beautiful. Wanna grab a drink tonight?

  Ahh... two dates in one night, what are the odds? And with brothers, no less. In a town as small and insular as Black Oak, it would be positively scandalous and gossip fodder before the day was out. I knew I had to respond and politely decline, figuring that I'd just tell him I had plans already and leave it at that. It didn't want to completely shut the door on us getting together at another point in time though.

  I keyed in my message, sent it along – and then my phone rang less than a minute later. I sighed, but was smiling as I answered the call.

  “Yes, Quinn?”

  “Plans, huh?” he said, in that smooth, sexy drawl of his. “Nothing that can be changed?”

  “I'm pretty sure they're set in stone,” I said with a laugh. “But, you can always talk to your brother about that.”

  “Bennett?” he asked.

  “The other one.”

  “Dammit. Cason. The little shit. I should've known,” he muttered under his breath. There was silence on the line for a second, but when he came back on the line, he still didn't seem deterred. “What are you up to right now?”

  “Just walking home from the coffee house,” I said.

  “So, I guess that means you're probably near Boulevard Books, right?”

  I looked across the street at the brick building and smiled fondly, remembering that I'd spent a lot of time as a child.

  “I am,” I said. “Right across the street, actually. But, how did –”

  “Perfect,” he said. “I'm just finishing up at the restaurant, want to meet me here? “

  Driftwood was two doors down from the bookstore. I looked over at the restaurant, which had a new coat of paint and a deck that had been added on since the last time I'd been home. I had no excuse not to step inside and say hello. “Sure,” I said. “But I can only stay for a minute.”

  “Great. See you in a few,” he said before hanging up.

  Dammit, these McCormick brothers apparently weren't going to let me get away that easily. I smiled as I slipped my phone back into my pocket though. Like I'd told Jenn, I'd be lying through my teeth if I said it wasn't flattering. This sort of ego boost could be dangerous if I didn't keep it – and myself – under control.

  Looking both ways before crossing, I strolled across the street to the restaurant. And as I pulled open the heavy wood door, I was greeted by yet another McCormick boy. Bennett was standing at the front of the restaurant, talking to one of his waiters. He was wearing black dress slacks and a dark blue button-up shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and showed off his muscular build. He looked over at me when I walked in, giving me a double take. When he saw it was me, a dashing smile that could have lit up Times Square spread across his face as he excused himself from the guy he'd been chatting with and made his way over to me.

  “Can't get enough of our BBQ chicken, can you?” he asked.

  “No, it's amazing. But, actually, I'm here to see your brother,” I said. “Quinn called and asked me to stop by.”

  “Of course he did,” Bennett said, shaking his head, not able to hide the hint of annoyance in his voice. “He's just finishing a couple of things up in the kitchen, give him a few minutes, will ya?”

  “Sure,” I said. “I don't mind waiting.”

  “Come, sit at the bar,” he said.

  Without waiting for me to respond, he took my arm and led through the restaurant. Half the tables were empty as people began trickling out. Lunch hour for most folks was drawing to a close. He patted a seat for me to take and then slipped behind the bar.

  “So, what can I get you to drink?” he asked, flashing me that million-dollar smile.

  “Oh, I'm good,” I said. “But, thank you.”

  “I insist,” he said.

  “Well, if you insist,” I said, giving him a little smile. “I'll just have a Coke then, please.”

  He poured me a Coke and handed it to me, refusing my money when I handed him a few dollars.

  “It's on me,” he said.

  “I still owe you for my dinner last night,” I said, taking a sip.

  “That was on me too,” he said. “But, if you were to insist on paying me back, I was hoping you might be free tonight?”

  “I can't,” I said, cringing at having to reject yet another invitation for the evening. “I have plans.”

  “Let me guess, Quinn?”

  “No, actually not,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Cason.”

  “That little shit,” Bennett said, shaking his head and stroking his chin. “Well what about tomorrow night then?”

  “I don't know if I should.”

  “Why? Because you're seeing my brother tonight?” he asked. “Afraid of how that might look to the townies? Or are you afraid that you might like me more than him?”

  He gave me a flirty little smile, showing off that dimple once more, and I swear, it made my heart skip a beat. He was a beautiful man, there was no denying that. But, I scolded myself, I needed to get my head on straight. I didn't need these complications.

  “I'm only now just getting back into town and I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about me. I don't want to be the subject of gossip down in the hair salon.”

  “Would it change anything if I told you that you already were?”

  “What?” I asked, my eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

  “No,” he said, chuckling. “I was just hoping it'd help get you to change your mind.”

  “Listen, aside from not wanting to be gossip fodder, I'm really
not looking for anything serious,” I said. “And I'm especially not looking to cause drama between brothers.”

  “Who said anything about drama?” His dark brown eyes drank me in. “If you're honest, up front, and aren't playing us, there won't be any drama.”

  The kitchen door swung open and Quinn walked out, his eyes scanning the room for me. As soon as they landed upon me, he smiled – then he shot a dark look at his brother. Bennett caught the look and shook his head, a sly grin on his face. Quinn walked over to us at the bar, looking absolutely irritated and obviously cursing under his breath. Running a hand through his shaggy hair, he stepped up and leaned against the bar, trying to look casual.

  “Ready to go, Hailey?” he asked brightly.

  “Go? I asked. “Where are we going?”

  “You'll see,” he said, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

  Bennett leaned forward across the bar and with a sparkle in his eye, said in a low voice, “I'll pick you up tomorrow night at six.”

  Quinn shot him a look of pure annoyance and Bennett just kept smirking. Great. As if my life couldn't get more complicated.

  CHAPTER NINE - QUINN

  Boulevard Books and More was a quaint little bookstore that had been around seemingly forever. Like the Driftwood, it was just one of those institutions in Black Oak. In addition to the new titles that came out monthly, there was also a section for used books, as well as “Local Authors” tucked away in the far corner.

  As we stepped inside, Mrs. Elwood smiled at us, a familiar face even after all these years. Her husband had passed away, leaving just her in charge of the place. Behind the counter, there were rare first edition books, antique toys, and unique collectibles that were also for sale. She'd said that most of her business was done online these days, but people still came far and wide for her collection of valuables. The store was filled with old rocking horses, dolls with creepy eyes that seemed to follow you as you walked through the shop – which I swore was done on purpose to keep folks from stealing – and a myriad of other trinkets from a time long past.

 

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