Three names I’m about to meet. Three men who love the woman I can’t stop thinking about.
Apparently Callum’s been at the bakery.
Not for bread.
For me.
Watching. Guarding.
Juliet-level devotion from someone I’ve never spoken to.
I’m a bundle of raw nerves.
Do I lose Juliet?
Does her love hinge on the people who already hold her heart?
Noah’s friendship.
The first real one I’ve ever had.
Losing that would carve something out of me I don’t know how to regrow.
Would Noah quit?
Elliot. Orion. Callum.
And who is the sixth she mentioned?
Another stranger I’ll have to love because she does?
“Do I get a say, or do I just fold myself in and hope the shape of me fits the shape of them?
I glance at the passenger seat.
Roses for Juliet. Pink ones.
Fresh medovik wrapped in butcher paper because bread is the only language I speak fluently.
They already know me and all I have are snippets from Noah.
I park between two cars in the driveway.
Stare at the door.
She loves me.
Noah loves me.
Two truths so bright they almost hurt to hold.
I get out.
Walk toward the door.
Raise my hand and knock.
Juliet opens the door. Her face lights up and everything else melts away.
