“Watch your language,” she reprimanded her husband.
Holly couldn’t blame Tate. Her own stunned reaction had her biting back the expletive that had come to mind.
Greer stopped pacing. “It means I haven’t exactly made up my mind.”
Dustin rose up to sit on the end of couch cushion. “You either are or you aren’t. Which is it?”
“It means I haven’t decided which woman I want to marry yet.”
“There’s more than one you’re thinking about marrying?” Cash asked, his shoulders shaking.
Rachel sent her husband a fulminating glance, and Cash raised Ema higher in his arms, afraid he would be treated the same way Tate had been.
Rachel turned back to Greer. “That’s illegal.”
“I ain’t thinking about marrying all three of them.”
Holly wanted to smash her head against the table. It would be less painful than what Greer was trying and failing to explain.
“That’s reassuring.” Tate gave a strangled cough. “We have enough trouble with the Feds, anyway. No sense giving them more ammunition.”
Greer rolled his eyes as if Tate was the one being ridiculous. “There are three women I can see myself married to. I wanted your advice as to who I should pick. I can see you’re not going to be any help.”
Tate pulled a laughing Sutton onto his lap, putting a hand over her mouth.
“Give us a chance. We’re just surprised. Who are the women?”
“Never mind.” Greer started to storm toward the front door.
“Wait!” Cash bellowed, stopping him. “Do you all want to see him end up with Diane?”
Their horrified expressions were answer enough. His family started taking him seriously.
Holly would have to move if Greer picked Diane. There was no way she could remain in the same house as her. There was no way she could share the same house with any woman Greer chose.
Greer turned back toward the room. “I don’t know what you all have against Diane.”
“She uses you when whoever she’s seeing dumps her. You fall for her lies every time, and every time, you take her back.” Rachel didn’t have any problem exposing the feelings of the entire room.
Greer shrugged. “We aren’t exclusive.”
“If you married her, she’d fu—” Tate moved his shoulder away from Sutton’s reach. “She’d mess around on you before the honeymoon was over.”
“Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.” Greer nodded.
“Who’s your second choice?”
“Jo.”
“Jo?” Rachel asked, shocked.
“You know, Jo Turner.”
“I know who she is. I’m friends with her.”
“I know. I figured you could put in a good word for me.”
Cash put a restraining hand on Rachel’s leg.
Holly watched as she tried to control her temper.
“I didn’t even know you were dating her. I’m going to kick your ass if you’ve been messing around with Diane and dating Jo at the same time.”
“Cool down. I haven’t asked her out yet.”
“I don’t understand …”
“I’m attracted to her, she’s pretty, and she has that new tow truck. Shit like that comes in handy.”
Holly wondered if anyone would notice if she got a glass of wine. The man was driving her nuts with his logic.
“I wanted to talk to you all and see if she’s a good choice.”
“For you? No,” Rachel stated empathically. “Who’s the third choice?”
Greer turned stubborn. “I don’t know if I want to tell you all any more. You are shooting my women down.”
“They aren’t your women,” Sutton snapped.
Unfazed, Greer stared at his sister-in-law unblinkingly. “One of them could be if you all would get off your high horses.”
“Who’s the third woman?” Tate asked, breaking the staring contest between the two.
For the first time, Greer appeared embarrassed. “I don’t really know her name,” he admitted.
“I need a drink.” Dustin stood up and went into the kitchen.
Holly couldn’t resist, motioning to Dustin that she wanted one, too. His lips twitched as he took the six-pack out of the refrigerator, and she thanked him after he handed her one. It wasn’t wine, but it would do.
Then he set the rest of the beers on the coffee table after taking one for himself. Opening it, he stared at Greer.
“How do you not know her name?” he asked then took a long swallow of his beer.
“I met her on a dating site.”
Holly nearly choked on her beer, and she wasn’t the only one. Cash had to hit Dustin on his back.
“You’ve been seeing someone you met online?” Dustin asked with a strangled voice.
“Technically, I haven’t met her in person.”
“How long have you been se—talking to her?” Rachel asked, starting to reach for a beer, but Cash reminded her she couldn’t have one and took it for himself.
“You’re breastfeeding.”
“For a few months,” Greer answered. “I’ve been thinking of taking the next step with her.”
“Like what? Talking to her in person?” Dustin laughed, dodging Greer when he would have body slammed him into the couch. However, Tate jumped up and broke the two brothers apart.
“Stop, Dustin.” Tate shoved Greer away before he could go for Dustin again.