But then I look at him, and see not the gorgeous silver fox, not the billionaire, not my father’s best friend. I see the man who allowed me to be who I really am, who let me yell and rage and be small and scared, and never once tried to fix me. He just…loves me.
It still doesn’t stop the doubts, though.
“Aren’t you worried?” I ask as he sets down his glass of wine on the table. “About the guys feeling left out? About my dad? About Catherine?”
His mouth twitches, and then he smiles. “No. Not anymore. I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks. I’ve already discussed it with the guys, and they were in full support. I have the best setup as far as size.” He reaches for my hands, “You’re the one I want, Georgie. That’s all I need.”
And just like that, every piece clicks into place. The fear drains out of me, and the rest of my emotions flood in.
I throw my arms around his neck, catching him off-guard, and laugh into his hair. “Okay,” I say, giddy. “I’ll move in.”
He hugs me so tight I can’t breathe for a second, then lifts me up and spins me in a slow circle while he kisses me.
When he sets me down, I see Emmett and Miles standing a few feet away, grinning like a couple of idiots.
“Yes!” Emmett shouts, pumping his fist. “Should I bring up the champagne now, or are we saving that for later in the bedroom?”
Miles just smiles, but it’s the kind that could light up the blackest night. “We’ll make dinner to celebrate,” he says. “You’re both expected to attend.”
Brody laces his fingers through mine. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
I smile. “Me either.”
Chapter 28
Georgia
“So, what exactly are we doing today?” I raise an eyebrow as I scan the faces of my three gorgeous boyfriends.
They’re grinning ear to ear, and I can’t decide if they’re being mischievous or sweet.
Or maybe both?
The Key West morning sun beats down on our heads.
“Don’t you worry about it, little peach. You’re in comfortable attire, like we requested, you look stunning as ever, and it’s going to be a great day. The rest is for us to worry about it,”Emmett says.
I stare at all of them for a moment longer, tempted to keep pushing, but then give it up. At some point, I guess I just have to decide to trust them. My phone vibrates in my purse as I follow the three of them off the ship, and I pull it out, ignoring the little pang of anxiety that now I swear is permanently attached to it.
But it’s just Daisy.
Daisy: You do know we eventually are going to have to catch up.
I heart the text and then type back a quick reply.
Me: I’ll be back in NYC in two days. I promise we can talk then!
She sends back a string of emojis that make me laugh before I shove the phone back into my purse. I’ve spent my whole freaking life trying to justify myself to others, and I’m done doing that. Now, I’m just going to live it.
“Oh, good, our ride’s already here,” Emmett says. “It pays to have connections.”
“And a big wallet,” Miles chuckles, popping open the back passenger door of the SUV for me. I slide into the middle seat with Miles and Emmett flanking me on either side, and Brody climbs into the front.
He gives the driver directions that I strain to hear but can’t, and we pull out of the marina. Brody then turns in the seat to face me. “Today is going to be amazing. I promise. Then, we’re all jetting back to New York to start the real fun.”
“So this isn’t the real fun?” I test him, narrowing my eyes. “I can’t decide if that’s concerning or not.”
He just chuckles and turns back around in his seat. I sit quietly for what’s only a ten-minute ride, and then the driver pulls over.
