Wyatt is quiet command, hands that know how to hold on.
Boone is brute strength, shoulders like a barn door, eyes that track me like I'm something worth catching.
Eli is pretty mouth, wicked gaze, the youngest and the least innocent of them all.
They offer me dry clothes. Coffee. Warmth by the fire.
I should want those things.
I should want to be safe.
Instead, I want to be theirs.
I've spent nineteen years being the good girl. Good grades. Good manners. Good daughter to parents who think virtue is a locked door instead of a room I've been pacing inside, pressing my ear to the wall, waiting for something dark enough to call me out.
Now I'm here. No one knows. Only them. Only the storm.
And when I tell them what I want—when I admit I want all three of them, nothing between us, every consequence be damned—they don't back away.
They step closer.
One night. Three men. Every boundary I've guarded, shattered.
They say be careful what you wish for.
But what if wishing is the only thing that's ever made me feel alive?
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