"You researched my family."
"I called Maya at the library and asked what Marie Wilson likes to read and drink." He closes a box with precise movements, then pulls me against his side. "Reconnaissance is important."
I lean into him, breathing in ink and leather. "You're insane. All of you."
"Insane enough that you're moving in with us," he points out. "What does that say about you?"
"That I have terrible taste in alphas."
"The worst," River agrees cheerfully, grabbing two boxes like they weigh nothing. He pauses to kiss my cheek. "Come on. Truck's not going to pack itself."
"It might if we ask nicely," Grayson says, completely deadpan.
The movingprocess goes fast with four people. River and Grayson work with practiced efficiency. Seth and I are less coordinated, but every time one of them passes me, there's a touch—River's hand on my lower back, Grayson's fingers trailing across my hip, Seth pulling me in for quick kisses.
"Living room," Grayson directs, his hand warm on my waist.
"Where specifically?" River adjusts his grip on my lamp.
"Wherever Bea wants."
The pressure of deciding feels huge and wonderful. "By the window? Good morning light."
"Perfect." Seth immediately pulls out the small notebook he keeps in his jacket pocket and a pen. He starts writing, brow furrowed in concentration.
"Are you taking notes on my furniture?" I ask, amused.
"Just making sure I remember where everything goes." He's completely serious, adding another line. "Window side, lamp, good light?—"
"That's literally just a list, Seth."
"It's a helpful list." But he's smiling now, tucking the notebook away and pulling me in for a quick kiss.
"He color-codes his lists," Grayson observes dryly from where he's setting down a box. "There's a whole system."
"The system works," Seth protests, his hand finding mine.
"The system is excessive," River says, grinning. "But we love you anyway."
"Someone has to keep us organized," Seth mutters, but I can feel his happiness through the bond.
By the time we've unloaded everything, my stomach is growling.
"Food," River declares, pulling me toward the kitchen. "Now."
We end up sitting around the table eating sandwiches. Seth sits close enough that our thighs touch. Grayson's hand rests onmy knee. River keeps stealing bites of my sandwich, grinning when I swat at him.
"The spare bedroom is ready," Seth says when we're done. His hand slides into mine, cedar-and-rain wrapping around me. "Want to see your office?"
He leads me down the hall with River and Grayson trailing behind. When he opens the door, I stop breathing.
The walls are sage green—my favorite color. There's a beautiful desk by the window, an office chair, empty bookshelves ready to be filled. A small couch in the corner.
"We did it before Christmas," River says quietly, his hands settling on my shoulders. "Grayson found the desk at an estate sale. Seth painted. I handled the furniture."
"You did this." My voice comes out thick with emotion. "You built me an office."
"We built you a space for your dreams," Grayson corrects, his hand finding my hip. "For your business. Everything you've been planning."
