“What are you guys doing?”
“Watching our girlfriend,” Beckett says.
My eyes snap to him. I shake my head, feeling butterflies die in my stomach.
I eat the food and pass the plate back. I lie down in the bed and close my eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare.
They can’t be serious.
Chapter 67: Adela
Iwakeupwhenit's still dark.
Not from a nightmare. Not from pain. I open my eyes, and I'm awake completely.
Cody’s behind me with his arm across my waist and his face in my hair. He’s holding on like nothing has changed. Beckett is beside me, already awake. His hand is near mine on the blanket. Not holding it. Just there.
Theo is in the chair by the window.
Looking at me.
I look back at him in the dark, and I think about how last night I said,“I choose all three of you.”
And I think about the complete silence from three large men who have been fighting for months. They said nothing, and they’re all still here in this lake house.
And I feel it.
Something I didn't feel last night when I said it.
Last night I felt like it was a trap. A weapon pointed outward. I said it because I knew Cody Ravenshaw's possessiveness better than he knew it himself, and I was certain — completely certain — that he would blow up and give me my exit. I thought I would walk out of this lake house having won something.
He didn't explode. He didn’t even get mad.
None of them reacted the way I thought they would.
And I lay here in the dark between all three of them, and I feel the trap disappear. I thought I was the one caught in it.
But that's not what this is.
I look at Theo's face in the dark. I think about the margin notes, and I would burn every other thing down before I'd take it back. I think about Beckett's safety net. He truly helped me heal during those hard days. And Cody’s ridiculous and outrageous ways of showing me he loves me.
I think about what it means that all three of them are still here.
That none of them said no to me.
I have three men.
Three.
And not ordinary men. These impossible, infuriating, devastating men who have been circling me since before I knew they existed and have never once looked at me like I was anything less than the thing they would rearrange everything for.
I am the thing they would rearrange everything for.
I lie in the dark, feeling that settle into me, and I think—
I have all the power here.
Not the performed kind. Not the kind I've been using as a weapon since the hospital. Real power.
