The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

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The loud slam of a moving truck door woke Polly Carter from a dead sleep. Polly pried her eyes open as she glanced at the time on her phone. Ugh, it's Saturday morning! Let me rest!

It was like déjà vu. Same neighbor's house. Same time.

The only difference was that this time she knew who was moving in next door. She even helped plan the move.

Within minutes of waking, Polly heard a loud knock at her front door. With sloth-like dexterity, Polly made her way to the front door.

"No one I know would call me at this hour," she grumped, quoting a line from When Harry Met Sally as she opened the door to two gorgeous twenty-two year old men.

As usual, the sight of these two men made her heart beat faster. Especially since they were both dressed to move one of them into the neighboring home. They wore old tee shirts that they likely bought in high school because they hugged their chest and arms snuggly. Their jeans were torn and slung low. And they both wore ball caps.

Although they were dressed to work, they still couldn't look more different. Michael was a little taller with dark hair and a five-o'clock shadow. His shirt and hat bore the Yankee's logo, and both looked like they had seen many days mowing the lawn.

In contrast, Mason was blonde with blue eyes and a perfectly shaved chin. His shirt had a Vineyard Vines whale, while his hat had a Patriot's vintage Pat Patriot logo. And he wore a belt with little Ralph Lauren polo ponies. Although his clothes were older, they struck Polly as something he wore to his grad school classes versus the garden.

The best of both worlds, amiright?

"Pol! What did I tell you about opening the door wearing stuff like that?" Michael growled as he gently pushed her inside, followed by Mason - disrupting her ogling.

Polly rolled her eyes and then glanced down at her shirt - the only thing she had on - and shrugged. "The neighbors aren't up yet. It's stinking Saturday. And it's December! No one goes outside in December, Michael."

"Good morning, Pol," Mason said giving her a quick kiss on her unbrushed mouth.

"Morning, baby," Polly sighed, taking his arm as she walked with them to her kitchen.

Michael went straight to the coffee maker and started to pull together what he needed to make a fresh pot. "What?! Nothing for me?" He said shaking his head in mock disgust as he poured the water in the reservoir.

Mason gave Polly a wink and gave Michael a quick kiss on his cheek, "Good morning, Mike."

"Gah! Not you!" Michael said, wiping his cheek.

But then Michael spun around, and planted a long kiss on Mason's lips. To say Mason was shocked would be putting it mildly.

Michael backed off, giving Mason a quick bite on his lip, and went back to his task.

It definitely wasn't their first kiss, but it was the first time Polly had seen either greet each other with anything more intimate than a back pat.

"So, Pol, what's the plan? You helping Mase move into my place or nah?" Michael asked Polly as the coffee started to perk. "I won't speak for Mason, but I wouldn't mind seeing you sweatin' a bit. Bending over..."

"Michael!" Polly stopped him from his musings. She walked over to sit at the kitchen table where Mason had nearly collapsed in a chair after the kiss. "Baby, you want me to help you?" She asked Mason.