Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“I get it,” he said when I emerged from the bathroom with a bag full of toiletries. “My younger brother can be a screwup sometimes, but I’ll always have his back.”
I frowned “How many brothers do you have?”
“Just the two.” For a moment, he looked confused, but then his expression cleared. “I meant Hunter.”
“But you’re triplets. You can’t be more than an hour older than him, can you?”
“Minutes older. Just like Reid is minutes older than me.”
“Minutes?” I repeated.
“Nearly all triplets are delivered by C-section. Our birth order was determined by which one of us the doctor grabbed first.” He crossed his long legs at the ankle and leaned back on my couch. “But somehow, over the years we fell into the pattern of older and younger. Reid’s the oldest, he’s the responsible one. Hunter’s the youngest, and he’s the wild child.”
“And you?”
“Classic middle child syndrome,” he said.
“Are you the peacemaker?”
“Sometimes.”
Fifteen minutes later, Jackson probably felt like more of a pack mule than a peacemaker. “Is that everything?” he asked, after our third trip to his car.
“I think so.”
“I’d hope so. I’m pretty sure there are more of your possessions in my SUV than are left in your apartment.”
I laughed. “Probably. But hey, I need all that stuff. Got to look nice for my fake boyfriend.”
Jackson grinned as he opened the passenger side for me. “I doubt that’ll be difficult for you.”
He closed the door before I could work out that he’d just complimented me. My smile lasted until he pulled back onto the road. “Do you really think this’ll work?”
“Could you be more specific?”
“All of it. The wedding week. Your Ten-Day Turnaround.”
“Only one way to find out.”
He had a point, but it still seemed to me that there was a lot that could go wrong. And just because my life was screwed up at the moment didn’t mean I wanted his to be. Nor his brothers’. “I just don’t want to mess up your week.”
“You won’t. We, the four of us I mean, have a plan, and we’ll see it through.”
The confidence in his voice warmed me. “You and your brothers saved me, so I want to do my best for you all, too. So please tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like with the videos.”
“It’s not that hard,” Jackson said, and then he backtracked. “I don’t mean the editing and how you combine all the footage into something cool-looking. That certainly sounds hard to me. But as for what to shoot in the first place, Chris basically aimed for about forty percent of us doing the actual renovations, and sixty percent of us goofing around, pranking each other, and just being bros.”
That sounded like something that would be fun to witness. “I don’t really know what men are like when they’re just being bros.”
“You will by the end of the week.”
“I hope so.” My voice sounded doubtful, even to my own ears.
“Let’s put it this way. Do you find us attractive?”
I glanced over at him in surprise, aware that my face was heating again. But just a few minutes ago, he’d implied that he thought I was pretty, so I decided to be direct. “Yes.”
“Good.” He glanced over with a smile before returning his eyes to the road. “So make videos that will make other people think we look good, too.”
When he put it like that, suddenly my job didn’t seem very difficult at all. “And that sells houses?”
“It has in the past. The more people who watch our videos means a bigger pool of potential buyers. Your job is to create thirst traps, whether the viewer is thirsting after the house or us.”
If Hunter had said something like that, I’d have thought he was bragging. And Reid—well, I couldn’t imagine him saying that. But with Jackson, it was just a fact of life, one that he made work to his advantage. “I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all we ask.”
I still didn’t know what all the week would bring. And I really didn’t know anything about renovating a house. But I knew the triplets were handsome as sin, so I was pretty sure their fans would see that in the videos I made, too.
8
HUNTER
Who the fuck had a family this big? The whole clan could barely fit in the ballroom. I’d been introduced to dozens of Penny’s relatives, and that was just her side of the family. The groom’s side was even bigger.
Who even wanted to spend that much time with family? Well, okay, I worked with my brothers. But as for the rest of the family, we saw them a normal amount. Like Christmas, Thanksgiving, and the occasional Sunday dinner. For us, weddings were small affairs that occasionally took place during drunken Vegas weekends. They weren’t week-long affairs.
“Do you want another drink?” Penny asked, clinging to my arm as she stood on her tiptoes, her mouth inches from my ear. It would’ve been flattering if I’d thought she wanted to be that close to me, but it was the only way we could hear each other.