I lean forward. “Is that even what we want? The three of us with one woman, long-term?”
Enzo doesn’t hesitate. “I know what I want. Her. Long-term. Waking up next to her every morning.”
Ansel nods slowly. “I want her at family dinners. I want her opinion on business decisions. I want—” He stops, then pushes forward. “I want to build something with her. Not just fuck her.” He pauses again. “Although I definitely want to fuck her, too.”
They both look at me. The admission comes easier than I expected. “I want all of it. I want her to trust that when I say I’m not going anywhere, I mean it. I want to prove I’m not Damon. That none of us are.”
Enzo crosses his arms. “What if she doesn’t want this?”
Ansel’s caveat is firm. “We don’t pressure her. She gets to choose—one of us, all of us, or none of us.”
I meet their eyes. “Agreed. But we need to be honest about what we’re offering. Not just sex. Not just some arrangement. A real relationship.”
Enzo doesn’t flinch from it. “With all three of us. Most people won’t understand that.”
Ansel’s response is immediate. “Fuck most people. Remy’s the only one who needs to understand it. And accept it.”
This isn’t how I expected today to go. Planning a future with my brothers and the woman we all want.
I know she’s worth whatever complications come with this.
“We need to take our time with this,” Ansel goes on. “We can’t pressure her into anything. If she doesn’t want to pursue anything with us, then nothing changes. She keeps her job, and we respect her boundaries.”
I stand, ready to get back to work. “And in the meantime, we protect her. From Damon, from anyone else who tries to hurt her. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
CHAPTER 14
Remy
The past week has been really nice at the office without Damon. I didn't realize what an effect he had on my sanity. And the best part? The triplets and I have been spending more time together outside the office. And tonight, they are taking me to dinner.
My phone rings while I'm staring at my closet in despair. I answer after checking the caller ID. "Jess, I need help."
"Well, hello to you, too," my best friend responds. "What's the emergency?"
"I have a dinner with the triplets, and I don't know what to wear."
Once again, I have to rely on my best friend for fashion advice.
"The green dress. The one I made you buy last month that you said was too expensive."
I pull it from the hanger, eyeing the emerald fabric. "This feels like a lot."
She's going to be insufferable about this.
"That's the point, Remy. Wear the damn dress."
I hold it up to myself in the mirror. "What if this sends the wrong message?"
"What message? That you're a functioning adult who owns nice clothes?"
I don't have a good answer for that, so I press the phone harder against my ear. "I'm being ridiculous, right?"
The answer is yes. The answer is definitely yes.
"Probably. But when has that ever stopped you?" She laughs. "You're just going to dinner with your bosses. People do that all the time. Totally normal."
