“Titan,” Ash warns.
“What? I’m joking.” He pauses. “Mostly.”
Ghost’s hand rests on my hip, solid and grounding. “We need rules.”
“Rules?” I tilt my head to look at him.
“Ground rules. Boundaries. How this arrangement works without someone getting hurt.”
He’s right. As much as I want to just enjoy this, we need to be smart about it.
“Like what?” I ask.
“Like communication,” Ghost says. “No secrets, no games. If someone’s uncomfortable, we talk about it.”
“Agreed,” Ash says. “And no competing. We’re not rivals. We’re brothers who happen to love the same woman.”
“Love,” I repeat softly.
“Love,” Titan confirms from the bed. “Might as well say it. I’m halfway there already, and I’m not fighting it.”
“Halfway?” Ash raises an eyebrow.
“Fine. More than halfway.” Titan sits up. “Happy?”
“Getting there.” Ash looks at Ghost. “What about you?”
Ghost is quiet for a long moment. Then: “I don’t do things halfway. When I commit, I commit fully.” His hand tightens on my hip. “That includes this. Includes her.”
My throat tightens with emotion. Three men, all of them willing to love me, to share me, to build something unconventional and complicated and perfect.
“I love you too,” I tell them. All of them. “I know it’s crazy and fast and probably a terrible idea?—”
“Best terrible idea I’ve ever had,” Titan cuts in.
“—but I do. I love all three of you. And I want this to work.”
“It will work,” Ash says with absolute certainty. “Because we’ll make it work.”
16
GHOST
SIX WEEKS LATER
I’ve been staring at her for ten minutes without meaning to.
Bonnie sits across the common room at a table with three younger brothers, explaining something about supply chain logistics that I can’t quite hear from my position by the window. Her hands move as she talks, animated and confident. One of the prospects nods, scribbles notes, and asks a question. She answers without hesitation.
Six weeks. That’s how long it’s been since the four of us crossed a line we can’t uncross.
It shouldn’t work. By every logical measure, this should have imploded by now—jealousy, territorial instincts, the basic math of three men wanting the same woman.
But it does work. Somehow.
Maybe because we’re brothers first. Maybe because we all want her happy more than we want her exclusively.
The rotation is simple. Two nights with Ash since he’s her husband, one night each with Titan and me. Weekends, wefigure out as we go—sometimes all together, sometimes she picks who she wants.
