“Come on,” I whine. “Just a peek.”
She lifts a black brow. “It’s never just a peek with any of you. You’re like animals.”
“You have no room to talk, Beautiful,” Zane replies, sitting up on the bed.
“Whatever,” she quips, flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking toward her closet. When she gets there, she turns with a grin, pulling the towel from her body.
I will never get over how gorgeous she is.
Naked, she walks into the closet, shutting the door behind her to get dressed, leaving Zane and me to stare at where she went.
Zane chuckles, standing up. “That girl is fucking trouble.”
Just to fuck with him, I reach out for his towel, and he steps back, glaring. “Come on. Just a peek.”
“No,” Zane says, pointing a finger at me. He walks backward to the door, not taking his eyes off me until he’s on the other side.
“Come on, Zaney!” I yell when he closes it.
“Fuck you!” Zane yells back, making me laugh.
Les walks out dressed in black ripped skinny jeans, one of her favorite silky tank tops in dark green, holster in place, with her favorite boots in her hand. The ones with the spikey heels.
“The queen is back?” I ask with a smile. It’s damn good to see.
She shrugs. “Yep. It’s time to remind people who I am.”
Following her to the bathroom, I watch as she blow dries her hair into soft waves, lines her eyes in a cat eye, and puts on lip gloss. She steps back and looks at herself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. I slide my arms around her waist, setting my chin on her head. “You look gorgeous.”
Smiling, she slides her hands over mine. “Thank you.” She takes another breath. “I’m nervous as hell.”
“I’m sure that’s normal. But you have us. All of us,” I say, spinning her in my arms.
“I love you, Gage Lawson,” she says, sliding her arms around my neck.
“And I love you, Alessa Lawson,” I say with a grin.
She rolls her eyes. “That will never happen.”
“We could always take your last name,” I muse. There are too many of us to hyphenate her name.
“Are you talking about marriage right now?”
“That’s the next step, isn’t it?” I ask, kissing the frown line between her eyes.
“Gage. I can’t marry all of you.”
“Why?” I ask seriously. “You don’t want to marry us?” Do I have everything wrong?
She pecks my lips. “It’s illegal to marry multiple people.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“What is with you this morning?” she asks with a laugh, stepping back.
“I just thought,” I blow out a breath, “Never mind.” I don’t know why I’m getting so worked up. I have everything I’ve ever wanted; why am I pushing? She obviously doesn’t feel like this is going the way I thought it was. Spinning on my heel, I leave the bathroom.
I get two steps into her bedroom before she grabs my arm. “Talk to me.”
