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TYLER
The day before…
“Just because you’ve found the men of your dreams does not mean you can play matchmaker,” I told Olivia.
She gave me a look that was pure exasperation, especially when it was combined with a hand on her hip. My tiny cousin had three men wrapped around her little finger—husbands Cross, Rhys and Simon—and that was plenty. I did not need to be added to that list.
“Her husband died, Tyler,” she countered. I glanced at Rhys and Cross who flanked her, but I received no help from either of them.
“Why can’t your men go with you?”
“Because you and Xander have nothing better to do. While you are just visitors here, we—” Rhys waved a hand between Cross and himself, “—live here and have been assigned the job of putting out tables.”
“The picnic won’t happen if we don’t p
