Three of a Kind: Kind Brothers Book 3, page 1
THREE OF A KIND
KIND BROTHERS SERIES, BOOK 3
SANDI LYNN
SANDI LYNN ROMANCE, LLC
CONTENTS
Three of a Kind
Mission Statement
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
THREE OF A KIND
New York Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
Sandi Lynn
Three of a Kind
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CHAPTER 1
Sebastian
I opened my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was a perfectly manicured hand with red nail polish dangling over my waist as the smell of cheap perfume still lingered in the air from last night. The last time I checked, it was two a.m. before I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Now, it was seven, and I needed to get Darla out of here. Slowly lifting her arm off me, she let out a moan and rolled over. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands over my face before getting up and heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. When I was finished, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the bedroom.
“Darla, you need to get up.”
“Why? And the name is Carla.”
Shit.
“You need to leave.”
I picked up her dress and panties from the floor and tossed them on the bed.
“Get dressed, please.”
“What the hell, Sebastian? It’s seven-thirty in the morning,” she moaned as she grabbed the pillow and put it over her face.
“Get up, please.” I took the pillow and tossed it. “I have things to do.”
“You’re a grump in the morning.” Her lips formed a pout.
Grabbing a pair of sweatpants from my drawer, I slipped them on, grabbed a t-shirt, and headed out of the bedroom.
“You have ten minutes.”
I went down to the kitchen and brewed a cup of much-needed coffee. The hangover I had was from one too many shots I’d done last night with Simon and Roman at the bar. The same place I met Carla.
“Can I at least have a cup of coffee first?” Carla asked as she stepped into my kitchen.
“Of course.” I gave her a friendly smile.
Placing a to-go cup under my Miele coffee machine, I brewed her a cup and secured it with a lid.
“To-go-cups? Really?” Her eyes narrowed at me. “Is this your way of kicking your houseguests out without looking like too much of an asshole?”
She was cute. But not attractive enough to stay and set my mood for the day.
“I’m guessing I won’t be hearing from you,” she said.
“Listen, Carla. Last night was fun and all, but—”
“But it was a one-time thing, right?”
“Right.” I brought the cup up to my lips.
Tears started to fill her eyes as she stared at me in silence.
“I’m sorry,” I spoke to break the awkwardness that filled the kitchen.
“So am I. You used me, you son-of-a-bitch.”
I let out a sigh.
And here it came.
“I thought you were into me. At least that’s what you led me to believe last night.” She grabbed her purse and threw it over her shoulder.
“I didn’t lead you on, Carla. What happened last night was a mutual decision.”
“Yeah, only because I thought we had a connection. I felt a connection, Sebastian.”
Oh my God. This was not happening.
“Listen,” I walked over and gripped her shoulders, “you’re a beautiful girl, and we had a good time last night, but I’m not in the market for anything more. I kind of thought I made that clear last night.”
“Obviously, I didn’t get the memo.” She pushed my hands from her shoulders and stormed out the front door.
“Carla, I’m—” I followed her outside.
“Go fuck yourself!” She flipped me off, climbed in her car, and sped out of my driveway.
I stood there and rubbed the back of my neck, and when I looked over, I saw my new neighbor struggling to get a large box out of her Jeep. Running back into the house, I threw on a pair of sneakers and walked over. She had just moved in yesterday, and I wanted to give her some time to get settled before introducing myself, but I used it to my advantage since I saw her struggling.
“Hi.” I grinned, “It looks like you could use some help.”
“Hi, neighbor. If you don’t mind, that would be great.” The corners of her mouth curved upward. “The guy at the store loaded it for me last night, and I guess I didn’t realize I would have trouble getting it out of the car myself.”
“No worries.” I smiled as I lifted the box from her car. “Where do you want me to put it?”
“Inside. Follow me. You can just set it right there.” She pointed to the floor in the living room.
I set the box down and extended my hand to her with a smile.
“I’m Sebastian. Welcome to the beach.”
“Emilia. Thank you.”
“Mrs. Patterson’s granddaughter?” My brow arched.
“No.” She laughed. “But I did buy the house from her.”
My God, she was beautiful. I knew she was gorgeous from afar, but now that I’ve seen her up close, damn. She stood about five feet six inches and was all legs. Lean, toned legs that would look beautiful wrapped around my waist. Her long straight hair was a rich brown that accentuated her almond-shaped light blue eyes. Her high cheekbones, full lips, and perfectly shaped nose made her look complete. She was one hell of a sexy woman.
“Your girlfriend didn’t seem happy this morning.”
“You saw that?” I slowly nodded my head.
“Yeah. I noticed.” A smirk formed on her lips. “Especially when she told you to go fuck yourself.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
I stood there with my hands tucked tightly in the pockets of my sweatpants and lowered my head. I found myself embarrassed, and I didn’t know why.
“Sorry if I was staring yesterday from the patio. I couldn’t help but notice four guys and a baby.”
“Henry is my new nephew, and the other three are my brothers.”
“Your brothers?” She cocked her head. “You all look about the same age.”
“We are.” I smiled. “We’re quadruplets.”
“Wow. That is so cool. Do your brothers live around here?”
“They do. Stefan lives next to me, and Sam lives next to him, and Simon lives on the other side of Sam.”
“That’s awesome.” She laughed. “Can I offer you some coffee or something?”
“No. Thanks. I’m meeting my brothers down at the beach to go surfing, so I need to get going. It was nice to meet you, Emilia. If you need anything, just let me know. Shout out the window, throw a rock, or walk through the sliding door off the back.” I smiled.
“Thanks, Sebastian. It was nice to meet you too. Thanks again for helping me with the box.”
I stared into her beautiful eyes for a moment, gave her a smile and a nod, and turned around and walked out the door.
Walking over to my house, I put on a pair of board shorts, grabbed my surfboard, and met my brothers, who were already in the water.
“What the fuck, bro?” Simon said.
“Yeah. Where the hell were you?” Sam shouted to me.
I put my board in the water and paddled out to them.
“I was helping our new neighbor c
“Was that before or after that chick told you to go fuck yourself? You’re lucky Lily was still sleeping. And didn’t I tell you to sneak them out the back?” Stefan said.
“I didn’t have a chance. She went psycho on me.”
“What else is new? I want to hear about our new neighbor,” Simon said.
“Her name is Emilia, and she seems very nice.”
“‘Nice?’ That’s it?” Sam asked.
“I was only at her house a few minutes because I had to meet you douchebags. She’s sexy as hell, and I told her to let me know if she needed anything.”
“I bet you did.” Stefan grinned.
“I take it she’s not married,” Sam spoke.
“I don’t think so. She said ‘she’ bought the house from Mrs. Patterson’s granddaughter.”
“She probably has a boyfriend, and if she doesn’t, you still need to restrain yourself and don’t do anything stupid. She’s your next-door neighbor, bro, and pursuing her for your sexual satisfaction is not a good idea. It’s not like you can ship her off somewhere and not see her again. She will be there, right next door, every single day.”
“Yeah. Yeah,” I said.
“Just do us all a favor and think with your brain and not your dick. Just this once.”
“He kind of has a point,” Sam said.
“Like either one of you can talk.” I pointed to Sam and Stefan. “You still carried on a sexual relationship with Julia even after you found out she was your personal assistant. And you, Stefan, couldn’t keep your dick in your pants longer than a week with Alex. So, the two of you are not the ones to be giving advice on self-control.”
“You’re right, my brother,” Simon said. “But I am the one, and I’m telling you to stay away from Emilia. We don’t need any neighbor drama because if it affects you, it affects all three of us.”
I rolled my eyes and paddled further out.
CHAPTER 2
Emilia
The moment the door shut behind him, I let out a breath. How was anyone that damn handsome? Six foot three inches, short dark brown hair, dreamy ice blue eyes, a neatly trimmed beard that sat upon his masculine jawline, and a muscular body that was built and defined.
The ringing of my phone jolted me back into reality. Grabbing it from the island, I saw my mom was Facetiming me.
“Bonjour, darling.” A wide grin crossed her face.
“Bonjour, Mom.” I smiled back.
“How’s the new house? Give me a tour.”
“It’s a mess right now, Mom. I have boxes everywhere.”
“Doesn’t matter, darling. I want to see where my daughter is living.”
I walked around and showed her the house as she made some sort of comment about every room.
“It’s going to be a big adjustment for you. You’ve never lived away from your family. I really wish you would have stayed in New York with your brother and sister.”
“I couldn’t, Mom. You know that.”
“Can’t and couldn’t are not words in the Gallo vocabulary. You need to put what happened behind you. It’s been almost a year.”
“Mom. I’m not doing this right now. I have things to do, and I need to go shopping. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Emilia, don’t you dare hang up.”
“Bye, Mom. Love you.” I blew her a kiss and ended the call.
I had never been so thankful as I was at this very moment that my parents lived in Paris. As I was walking out of the kitchen, the ringing sound of my laptop stopped me. Walking over to it, I hit the button, and my sister, Lydia, appeared on the screen.
“Hey, sis.” She grinned.
“Hey, you.”
“What’s wrong? You look stressed? Is it the house?”
“No. The house is great. I just got off Facetime with Mom.”
“Oh, that would stress me out too.” She smirked. “What did she do now?”
“She insisted I walk through the house and show her, and she had a comment about everything.”
“Sounds like Mom. Are you getting settled?”
“I am, but I still have a few boxes to unpack.”
“I wish I could be there to help you. Have you met any of your neighbors yet? Wait. Do you have neighbors?”
“Yes.” I laughed. “I did meet my next-door neighbor earlier when he helped me carry in a large box. He seems very friendly.”
Her brows furrowed.
“How old is this ‘he’?”
“Early thirties.”
“Hot?” Her brow arched.
“Maybe.” The corners of my mouth curved upward.
“Is there a wife?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Girlfriend?”
“He said the woman who stormed out of his house this morning wasn’t his girlfriend.”
“So, you have a neighbor who’s hot, in his early thirties, and single?” She grinned.
“Yes, but that’s not the only thing. He’s a quadruplet, and his three brothers all live in their own homes next to him.”
“Shut up! Seriously? I can’t believe that you, of all people, end up living next to four guys.”
“Yeah.” I bit down on my bottom lip. “Crazy, right?”
“Did you get his name?”
“Sebastian.”
“Sebastian, what? I want to stalk him online.”
“I don’t know.” I laughed. “I didn’t get his last name. You can meet him when you, Jacob, and the girls come to visit.”
“Shit. I have to go. Isabelle is up from her nap. Love you.”
“Love you too. I’ll call you later.”
I was starving, and I hadn’t had a chance to go grocery shopping, so I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my purse, and climbed into my jeep. When I pushed the start button, the only thing I heard was a clicking noise.
“Oh, come on. Not today.”
Click. Click. Click.
“Ugh!” I shouted as I beat the steering wheel with both of my hands.
“Is everything okay over here?” Sebastian smiled as he walked over.
“My car won’t start. I think the battery is dead.”
He walked over to the driver’s side and opened the door.
“Let me give it a try. Yeah, I think you’re right. I can give you a jump.”
He popped open the hood and took a look.
“Bad news.”
“Don’t tell me I need a new battery.”
“You need a new battery.” His lips formed a smirked.
“Of course, I do.” I sighed.
“No big deal. I can pick one up and put it in for you.”
“That’s okay. I honestly don’t want to bother you. I can call a shop or something.”
“It’s not a bother at all. What are neighbors for?”
“All I wanted was to go get some breakfast. I haven’t had a chance to go shopping yet, and I’m freaking starving.”
“Then it’s settled. You’ll come over to my house, I’ll cook you some breakfast, and then I’ll go get a new battery for your car.”
“What?” I frowned. “I wasn’t asking you to cook me breakfast.”
“I know. I’m telling you that I am.” He gave me a sexy wink. “You’re starving, I’m starving, I have food, and I can cook. I’ll whip us up a couple of omelets. You do like omelets, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“No, buts. Come on.” He gestured with his head and a smile.
