Epilogue - Aubree

A Few Weeks Later

" Y ou did all this?" I spin around, taking in every detail of my new and improved goat relaxation sanctuary. "How did you get everything done in only three days?"

"We wanted to surprise you, so we had the guys from the Poseidon and Norse pitch in while you had your girls' weekend," Kyson explains. Tipsy Hooker plastered against his side like usual.

"Do you like it?" Bowen's hesitation causes me to throw my arms around the three of them and hug them tightly.

"Like it? I absolutely love it!" Tears down my face.

They did this for me.

I continue taking in every inch of the farm, from the new shed to the newly painted barn, where all fifteen of my goats are lined up with bows tied to their ears. How the guys were able to get all the goats to stand still and keep their bows on amazes me. But then again, everything my goat daddies do amazes me.

"We had the shed shipped in and already made—it just needed to be assembled. We thought it would be a good place for indoor goat yoga when it is too cold to hold class outside. There's an office and a space for locker rooms with showers." River takes my hand, leading me to the new building. Kyson and Bowen are close by, as usual.

"This is only the beginning. We thought this would be a good spot for the outdoor goat yoga classes. And over there, we can build separate cabins for people who want to spend time on the farm." Kyson's enthusiasm is catching, and I find myself smiling at his description of our future farm.

"We thought you could also have goat soap-making classes, starting from milking the goats to packaging the finished product," Bowen adds, his enthusiasm matching Kyson's. "There's plenty of room for another shed and more cabins on the north side of the farm."

I stifle a laugh at Bowen's casual mention of a shed. Sheds are huge, long buildings normally used to store large farm equipment like combines and harvesters—they are not normally used as yoga or soap-making studios.

"It's perfect! I love it, and I love all of you!" I'm swallowed up in their embrace, unable to move, which is fine with me. The love radiating off of them fills my heart with such happiness that I feel like I could burst.

"We love you too." River pulls back enough to brush my hair off my face and kiss my cheek.

"He's right we do love you," Bowen adds, a bright smile crossing his handsome face.

"In fact, we love you so much—we have a question we need to ask you." Kyson steps back, taking my hand in his with a kiss before dropping it back to my side.

The three of them step back and bend down on one knee, each pulling a black velvet box out of their pocket. "Will you marry us?" they say at the same time, opening the boxes, each containing a matching diamond ring.

"Yes!" I say, tears running down my face.

A look of relief crosses each of their handsome faces. One by one, they slip their ring on my finger. It isn't until the last ring is placed that I realize there's a notch in each one, and the diamonds line up perfectly together like they were made to be worn at the same time.

"We had the rings specially made so you would have a ring from each of us," River says as if reading my mind.

"They're beautiful." I pull each of the guys to a standing position and give them a deep kiss. "I think it's time to christen the new shed."

The sparkle in their eyes has me clenching my thighs in anticipation. If there's one thing I know about my guys, it's how much they love to puck dirty to me.