“Didn’t know you had one,” I shoot back, smirking.
Behind him, Mac’s already heading straight for Sera, her excitement barely contained.
“I got the call!” she announces, her voice all bright edges and disbelief. “Five days and I get my keys back. My house. The rebuild is done. Just in time for Christmas.”
I grin, watching her practically vibrate with happiness. After everything—the fire, the chaos Braden’s ex left behind—she deserves this.
“That’s incredible, Mac,” Sera says, her voice soft with sincerity as she opens her arms. The two of them hug like old friends, like they’ve known each other for years instead of weeks.
Logan steps in next, his expression tender as he wraps Sera into a brief, careful hug. “Good to see you, Sera.”
She smiles up at him, cheeks flushed. “You too, Logan.”
Get your hands off my woman, you stupid sexy Latino fuck.
Hench Enrique Iglesias ass.
Sam’s next, dropping a kiss to her cheek before she even realizes what’s happening. “You surviving him?” he teases, jerking a thumb toward me.
Lips off, Bin Diesel.
She laughs, a sound that makes my chest tighten.
“I’m still standing.”
She’s shaky some days…
It’s fucking great. Fuck her till her legs are jelly. Stumbling around like Bambi.
The room fills with easy conversation—the kind that comes when everyone justfits. The kind I never thought I’d see her in. She moves among them like she’s always belonged—her laugh blending with theirs, her hands busy as she starts pulling out ingredients from the fridge.
“You guys hungry?” she asks. “I can make something—sandwiches, pasta, whatever you want.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Mac says, but Sera just waves her off.
“I want to,” she says simply.
I stay leaning against the doorway, just watching her. The way she listens when the guys talk. The way she smiles when theytease her. The way she makes this space warmer without even trying.
I’m feeling it again.Love.
Chace and Sam are halfway through arguing about what counts as “real coffee” when Mac claps her hands together gaining everyone’s attention.
“All right,” she says, glancing between me and Logan before turning to Sera with a grin. “When you guys go to rehearsals tonight, we’re having a girls’ night.”
Sera blinks, mid-slice of tomato. “A girls’ night?”
“Hell yeah,” Mac says, her excitement bubbling over. “I brought facemasks, nail varnish, and the cheesiest Christmas rom-coms I could find.”
Hallowed be thy Hallmark movies…
Fuck, now I am thinking about the sexy Portland twins. Haven’t text them in a few, bet they’re spit roasting some lucky lady over a chestnut fire.
We should probably see a therapist.
For what? Them to tell me I’m fucked? I already know that.
“We’ll order food, watch terrible movies, and pretend we’re not surrounded by rockstars for once.”
