“Ambitious, more like.” I rubbed my temples. Honestly, I hadn’t beenthatdrunk, but I was feeling the top-shelf Russian vodka I’d sunk. “What about you?”
“I was sober by midnight. Getting smashed isn’t as appealing now my life is good enough that I want to remember it.”
“But you had fun?”
Decoy’s shy smile made an appearance, and it was all I could do not to pinch his cheeks.
“How wasted was Nash?”
Decoy became suddenly fascinated with the stack of invoices I’d spent the morning avoiding. If Rubi wanted to make my desk his new Wendy house, he could at least make himself useful.
Decoy, though... he didn’t need to cover for Nash. If my love hadn’t gone out, got shitfaced, and taken Locke somewhere to bang his brains out, I was going to be disappointed. My hardworking boys deserved some fun.
I said as much to Decoy, but he was called out front before he could answer, leaving me with a dog who couldn’t seem to relax.
Lida wasn’t a fan of being cooped up in the back either. I wondered if she wanted Ranger. Even when Locke and Nash were around, she always scoped him out. Only she didn’t want his affection. She just stared at him as if he held the answers to life’s great questions.
I opened the drawer again and fed Lida a treat. She licked her lips and grumbled, gaze fixed on the door, sighing her disappointment when Decoy came back.
He brought me tea and a sandwich that had Mateo’s mad skills written all over it. “Sorry about earlier. I wasn’t implying Nash would ever do something he shouldn’t.”
I spun my chair from side to side. “That boy does plenty of things he shouldn’t. Getting blitzed and staying out all night with Locke isn’t one of them.”
Decoy grinned. “They seemed pretty happy with life when I last saw them.”
“Good.”
“You’re an amazing person, you know that?”
“I’m a lucky person, sweetheart. We all are.”
The phone rang, contradicting me, but my reward came in the form of the familiar purr of my car.
For the first time that morning, I felt truly alive. I pushed my chair back and slipped through the exit, emerging into the yard as Nash and Locke rolled out of the Toyota, rocking the clothes they’d left in, hair damp from recent showers.
Locke was as stoically handsome as he always was.
Nash. Damn. My love wasglowing.
He jogged to me and swept me from the ground, strong hands at my waist.
I wrapped my legs around him, laughing. “You smell like sex.”
“Liar. I washed before we came home.”
“Did you fuck in the shower?”
“Ask him.”
Nash spun me in a full circle before he set me down and planted a smacker on my lips.
Beyond him stood Locke. I found his gaze, and there was nothing there but sated love.
Yup. They definitely fucked.
I stepped into his embrace, feeling Nash behind me—feeling Nash’slipsat my neck as Locke gazed down at me, and something shifted. Something that had perhaps been there a long time but wasn’t tangible until this moment.
This is how it’s meant to be.
