He exhaled and rubbed his bristly jaw. So far, the only women who’d answered their ad had been far too tempting. Even if he didn’t like some of them, he knew living with them would prove problematic. If his dick did the thinking for him, he knew he’d be on them in a nanosecond. He might be a SEAL, but that happened from time to time. Sex was a potent stress relief.
A car turned into their drive, narrowly missing the bunny’s headlights. He winced as tires screeched, but luckily, moments later, one car was on its way while the other was parked in front of the house.
Here we go again, he thought with an unhappy sigh.
Drew came to a stand beside him, and they both watched the car door open and one female leg pop out. Well, he assumed it was female. It was swathed in a heavy black material which turned out to be a shapeless skirt. The woman who appeared was perfect. Perfectly homely, that is.
She had blonde hair and blue eyes, her face devoid of makeup and rendering her almost translucent. She might have a shape, but it was impossible to guess at it, with the billowing black sweater topping that awful skirt. She wore sensible shoes, the kind elderly women wore to play bingo.
“Who’s that?” Drew whispered.
“That’d be the English teacher. The one who left that voicemail yesterday?”
“She’s fucking perfect!”
He grunted his assent and waited for the woman to stop in front for them before introducing himself.
A faint smile curved her lips as she took his hand. “Hello. I’m Kristyn. I’m here in answer to your ad?”
“Come on in.” He gestured her inside and listened as Drew introduced himself and started talking about the house. He watched her from behind as he followed them to the living room. She didn’t have a single bounce to her step. Her hips didn’t sway. She walked like an asexual person if there was such a thing. Well fuck, he thought. I think we’ve finally found her.
As minutes passed and they asked her question after question, the feeling only intensified. She loved gardening. She was an English teacher so she’d have no problem dealing with their bills or anything else administrative that needed to be done. She took one look at the cobwebs and decided she’d clean the whole house from top to bottom as her first step.
She was everything they’d wanted. He stared at his friend and nodded.
“When can you move in?”
Kris forced herself to remain immobile and not show any emotions. “I’m in a short-term rental right now so I can move out of there whenever I want. What about…this weekend?”
She watched as they looked at each other and seemed to talk without a word being said. Maybe it was the whole SEAL thing, but it was freaky how attuned they were. The dark-haired one, Scott he’d said his name was, leaned forward and replied, “That’s perfect. Will you need help with furniture and stuff?”
“No. No. I don’t have any, just suitcases. Hmm, does that mean I’ve got the room?”
The other man laughed. “Sure, sweetheart. You’re exactly what we were looking for.”
His friend elbowed him, making her wonder what she was missing. There was a certain undercurrent at work here, but she was too ecstatic to pay it attention. She’d done it!
She’d found a place to stay where the rent would be low enough for her to have some money left over from her salary. She’d have financial security for the first time in her life. And all she had to do was to clean the house and make sure everything was ticking along, something she could do in her sleep.
She was so happy she let herself go for a second and beamed at them. They both stared at her as if they’d seen a ghost. She forced the smile back to where it came from and stood up. “Thank you so much. I promise I’ll do a very good job.”
“We hope you’ll like living here, Kristyn.”
“I’m sure I will.” And she truly believed her words. They both seemed nice enough. She just had to ignore what they looked like. After all she was a new woman now. She was a junior high teacher, a responsible, even boring woman. Nothing could take that away from her, not her past or the way they looked in form-fitting jeans.
No! Ignore them. Treat them as brothers. Yes, that was it. She’d imagine they were the big brothers she never had. Perfect.
Pleased with herself, she hooked her purse over her shoulder and asked for a tour of the house.
Chapter One
Weeks later, Kristyn was busy getting dinner ready when she turned the volume louder on her iPod. Her head nodding in time with the music she danced around the kitchen, her hair bouncing every time she moved. She loved that song!
She started singing along, her voice carrying through the rest of the house as she added some more chopped basil to the tomato sauce. “I want to get beside you so I can be your backseat driver!”