#Chapter 286: What A Mate Would Look Like

Mom’s words stick with me the rest of the evening. Wyatt and Beau stay up to help Steven with the security system but everyone else is starting to head to bed. I’ve moved my wash to the dryer, and sit on the stoop near the door in the garage. I’m not ready for bed yet, and I just keep thinking about what Mom said. It’s already too late for me, I realize. I guess I’ve always kind of known that, but having someone else point it out to me, someone who knows me as well as my mom does, really sticks it straight into my heart. I can’t deny it if others see it too. I’m already attached to the brothers. So instead of running from the feelings, I lean into them. What’s the harm of a little fantasy? I close my eyes, listen to the rumble of the dryer, and try to imagine what it would be like to be loved by each of the brothers in turn. Neil would likely be the only one who might stick to some kind of schedule. I’m certain he has some kind of political career in his future, but he st