Bones snorted, shaking his head. “We’re debating socks now? Really?”
I grinned into my cocoa. “You’re all punch-drunk.”
“Absolutely,” Voodoo agreed without shame.
Legend pressed a hand to his chest, putting on gravitas he absolutely didn’t have. “We are branching into domestic topics as a method of decompression. It’s healthy.”
“Or sleep deprivation,” AB added.
“Or both,” I said.
They all looked at me again—the kind of collective attention that would have intimidated the hell out of me a year ago… now it mostly made me want to roll my eyes and smile.
Bones lifted his chin at me. “So. You told us to sleep.”
“Yes,” I said.
“And you?” Legend asked, narrowing his gaze.
“I’ll sleep too,” I promised.
“No,” Voodoo corrected, raising a finger. “The question isn’t whether you’ll sleep. The question is where.”
“Oh lord,” I muttered. “Here we go.”
Legend perked up like he’d been waiting for this. “We’ve got three kings and a queen. Goblin already claimed the couch, so that’s off the table. We can’t let you sleep alone after the day we’ve had?—”
“—or the week,” AB added.
“—or the month,” Voodoo finished helpfully.
Bones’ jaw flexed. “She’s sleeping with me.”
The immediate chorus of “Nope,” “Hold up,” and “We’re doing this properly” nearly made me snort cocoa out my nose.
Voodoo raised his hand. “For the record, I am comfortable being the sacrificial pillow. I don’t snore, I don’t steal blankets, and I am excellent at regulating body temperature.”
“That’s because you’re part reptile,” Legend said.
“Exactly,” Voodoo replied smugly.
Legend pointed at himself. “I, on the other hand, am the superior option because I actually know how to share a bed. Idon’t flail, I don’t roll, and I don’t hog the mattress like a certain Captain we all know?—”
“I do not hog the bed,” Bones growled.
“Cap, with love?” Legend said sweetly. “You absolutely do.”
AB, who had been silent through all of this, sipped from a water bottle. “I’ll room with her.”
All three men turned a gimlet eye on him.
He shrugged. “I don’t snore either. I’m also the least injured at the moment. I can wake easily if something happens.”
“That’s true,” Voodoo conceded.
Legend squinted. “But you run hot as hell. You’ll bake her alive.”
“I’ll survive,” I muttered. “I have plenty of times before.” I also didn’t mind being wrapped up in an AB blanket.
