Inappropriately Matched. Leashed to Love, #2

There is no way I'm marrying a man my father chooses for me. He wants me to marry someone fitting of our social standing? I think not. I don't want to marry some stuff heir. I'm going to do the direct opposite. Cue three construction workers, Holt Kissinger, Steele Adams, and Ryder MacMurphy. They're building a new block of apartments opposite mine. And maybe I scolded them for waking up the whole neighborhood with their incessant drilling and pounding, but Honeypot, my little fluffball matchmaker, senses some.
umm, chemistry between us. I think on my feet and ask one of them to marry me. They say they come in a package of three. I say I'll take the lot. Now I get to stick it to my father.