Three Little Words. Сьюзен Мэллери

restless and wanted to leave. He couldn’t summon more than passing interest. He’d liked the women he’d been with, but he’d never once been in love. Not even with Maeve.

      But his family wouldn’t understand. He came from a long line of happy marriages. His mother had been a widow for a decade before she’d been willing to start dating again. Except for Kent, all his siblings were blissfully married. Both sets of grandparents had successful unions that had lasted more than half a century.

      “I’m seeing someone,” he said, the words as unexpected to him as to them.

      Montana looked pleased while Dakota’s expression turned skeptical.

      “How convenient,” she murmured.

      “It was hard to start dating a local girl before I got home,” he told her.

      “Uh-huh.” She didn’t sound convinced.

      “Really?” Montana asked, always the most trusting of the three. “You’re not just saying that to get us to leave you alone?”

      He hated to lie, but if he managed to convince Isabel, then he wasn’t technically lying to them. He was telling a pretruth.

      “I’m very interested in Isabel Beebe.”

      “How interested?” Dakota asked.

      He thought about how Isabel always made him laugh and the way she called him on his crap. The woman had mocked his car. She was also sexy and he would like to do a lot more than kiss her.