I never wanted to get out of bed, but there was no avoiding it, unfortunately. There was a dinner to get to, and a good impression to make. Plus, I was pretty sure I’d dozed off at some point, and it had been hours since Jake and I had initially clambered into bed.

“Where you going?” Jake asked, clearly disappointed, as I crawled out of bed.

“To pick out an outfit,” I said.

A glance at the clock found that, sure enough, it was now four PM. So, I’d better get looking if I wanted to find anything halfway decent.

“I can help,” Jake said.

“Me too,” Owen said, coming into the room. “Now that you sleeping beauties are awake.”

Opening my closet, I found an alarming profusion of clothes, many that I hadn’t worn in years. That was the thing about working all the time; you got into the routine of just wearing the same things day in, day out.

“What about this?” Jake said, taking out the shortest dress I owned.

“Hilarious,” I said, glaring at him.

“Can you at least try it on?” he pleaded.

“Not if we want to get out of here in the next hour,” Owen pointed out wisely.

“I can wear it tonight,” I said, the words sending a twinge to my pussy. I nearly laughed at myself and how sex-crazed I’d become with these two.

After a few more outfit swaps, and even trying on a few promising dresses, I finally settled on ones. A nice navy color, with a boat neck and a length to my knees, it was perfect.

The twins got ready fast enough, and then we were off, Owen driving us there. The drive was quiet, as we all seemed apprehensive. Although Jake’s arm around my shoulders was reassuring. What we had was enough to withstand even parental disapproval, right?

Stopped in the parking lot of The Keg, Owen paused before opening his door.

“Don’t worry about tonight,” he said, turning to me with a tender look in his eye. “Just know that Jake and I care about you a lot.”

“A hell of a lot,” Jake agreed, squeezing my side.

And with that, Owen got out, opened the door for me, and we set off to the restaurant.

Inside, their father was an older, thinner, and more tired-looking version of the twins. He was also early, sitting at a booth already. His gaze registered surprise when it stopped on Jake.

“Jake,” he said. “I didn’t expect to see you here with Owen and his girlfriend.”

“Decided to tag along,” Jake said with a smile.

When we all sat down, his dad’s gaze plastered on me. “So, this is the mystery woman.”

“Hyacinth,” I said, holding out a hand, “But everyone calls me Cin.” He shook my hand firmly, then released it, sitting back.

“So Cin, tell me about yourself.”

“Dad,” Owen said with a frown. “I thought this was supposed to be a nice dinner, not the inquisition.”

“It’s fine,” I told him. “I’m a nurse. I met the guys when they came into the ER, and I patched Jake up.”

“Ah,” their father said, and I could see my answer pleased him.

When the waitress came, we made our orders quickly since Jake was starving.

“So why did you come along anyway?” their dad asked Jake. “Afraid I’d bully the poor girl?”

“Actually,” Jake said, my breath dying in my throat as he slid his arm around me. “The ‘poor girl’ is my girlfriend too.”

Great. This was it.

Their dad’s bushy brows raised and stay raised. Once they fell, he started laughing.

“You two. I should’ve known. You two always were the jokers.”

Owen took my hand. “We’re not joking. We’ve both fallen for Cin, Dad.”

Now the look on their dad’s face looked downright dangerous. “You’ve both fallen for her – and she’s ok with that? She’s not going to choose?”

Under the laser beam of his glare, I felt all my confidence evaporating.

But somehow, I found my voice. “We all want to be together and care about each other a lot.”

Their dad didn’t even look my way, as if I hadn’t even spoken. Instead, his incredulous glare went from Owen to Jake, back to Owen again. “You two can’t be serious.”

When no response came, he continued, “You have to be out of your minds to think that this could work – two men with one woman? Its’ sick, it’s not right and…”

“You done now?” Jake said.

Under the table, I could feel his hand tightened on mine.

His dad spluttered out laughter. “Am I done? When my sons can’t even have a real proper relationship, and so are playing make-believe with the ridiculous idea of…”

Jake and Owen rose simultaneously.

“We’ve heard enough,” Jake said, tugging me upright.

My limbs felt leaden, so it was a good thing that he pulled me along after him as he stalked away. Not fast enough, though, to avoid hearing their dad’s parting remarks, “You’re fooling yourselves if you think it’ll ever work.”