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 screamed and tried to dodge to the side, but I couldn’t move. Something was holding me down. My dream was now a nightmare. And—
Wait. My eyes blinked open, and I looked around the small, dingy room. It had been a nightmare. The ceiling wasn’t falling down around me, and I wasn’t being held against my will. Instead, I was tangled up in the sleeping bag.
There was a knock at the door to the bedroom. Groggily, I sat up, trying to peel the sleeping bag off my shoulders, but it clung to me like a leech. “Yes?”
One of the triplets poked his head in. “Are you all right?”
Hastily, I pushed my hair out of my eyes, trying not to think of how bad it must look. I nodded as I stared at the man at the door, trying to figure out which one he was.
Concern showed on his handsome face. “I heard a scream.” Maybe it was Jackson?
“I had a bad dream. There was this huge noise and then the ceiling caved in on me.”
Jackson—if it was him—grinned. “The noise was real. Hunter knocked over a pile of shelves that the closet guys are going to install. But the ceiling hasn’t caved in.” He knocked briefly on the door when he said that, as if warding off bad luck.
“I think you were in my dream.” I was still out of it, so it didn’t occur to me that that sounded suggestive until it was out of my mouth. “You’re Jackson, right?”
“No, I’m Reid.”
Oops. I blushed, wishing I’d had time to comb my hair and wash my face. Plus a few minutes with a toothbrush would’ve been nice.
“Just kidding, I am Jackson.”
Oh. I clutched the front of the sleeping bag to my chest, trying to process everything
. In my dream it had been Jackson kissing me, but Hunter was the one who actually kissed me last night. It had been the most passionate kiss I’d ever received, which probably said a lot about my relationship with my ex.
I wondered if Jackson knew about the kiss? Probably not. Hunter and I had gotten back pretty late.
“Penny? If you’re sure you’re okay, do you think you can shoot some footage after you get dressed? It’s a big day today, and if you film in the morning, you could edit and post the videos after your luncheon.”
“Yeah. No.” I huffed out a breath of air, making my hair swirl away from my cheeks. “I mean… I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do that.”
Jackson frowned. “Sorry. I wouldn’t have come in here except I heard you scream. But it is a big day, and—”
“No, I mean, could you please not joke about which triplet you are?” It bothered me that I couldn’t tell who was who.
Jackson raised an eyebrow, but not in an arrogant way. “Sure. We goof around a lot—you’ve probably noticed that—but I won’t do that again. I’ll tell the others, too.”
“Thanks.” Morning wasn’t my best time, and I’d awoken so abruptly, it was hard to put my feelings into words. “It’s just that we’re pretending in front of my entire family. But when it’s just us—I’d like to know who you are.”
“I get that.” He took a step into the room and leaned against the wall. “How’d it go last night?”
“It was fine.” I made my voice as neutral as possible.
“Hunter’s good, isn’t he?”
Heck yes, he was. I’d never known a kiss could make me for like that.
Jackson frowned as he looked at my expression. “It was a dance, right? Hunter’s the best at that.”
Embarrassment swept over me as I realized what he meant. “Yeah. Um, he’s very good at that.” To keep the mortification at bay, I asked him a question. “Are you and Reid as well?” Somehow, I couldn’t imagine either of them dancing so close to me and grinding their hips against me.
“Not really. Hunter got all of that kind of coordination. Reid’s a bit clumsy on the dance floor, but he’s a killer on the tennis courts.”
“And you?”
“I’m not much for dancing or tennis. But I like to run. That might be one way to tell us apart.”
“What do you mean?”
He waved at the faded blue jeans he was wearing along with a white undershirt. “You can’t see it now, but when I’m wearing shorts, my thighs are a bit more muscular than my brothers’.”
I bit back a chuckle at the idea of going around staring at the triplets’ thighs. Jackson saw my grin and matched it with his own. “And as for Hunter, our mom always says that he has more specs of gold in his eyes.”
Huh. I hadn’t noticed that. The guys all had gorgeous blue eyes, but I guessed I hadn’t looked closely enough to realize there was some variation. “What about Reid? How can I tell it’s him?”