I would be right along with you, brother.
Amelia takes a deep breath. “I’m… we’re together, right? Even if I need a little time with thetrustpart.”
Oliver reaches for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We are.”
“Very much together,” I chime in, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
Grey’s voice is low and intense. “You’reours.”
A smile blooms across Amelia’s face. “Then yes. Not to fucking in the workplace, but yes to PDA with all of you. People talk anyway. Let’s give them a reason to.”
I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to Amelia’s temple. “I’m so proud of you, Bug,” I murmur against her skin.
And I truly am.
She’s come so far. From hiding in the shadows to proudly showing off who she is and who she’s with. It’s a beautiful transformation to witness.
Amelia turns to Grey, curiosity in her eyes. “So, is that the reason why you didn’t come and tell me what to eat? Check my food? Because you didn’t want to make me uncomfortable? That’s new.”
I snicker, knowing full well that’s not the reason at all.
Grey just smirks down at his spaghetti. “No.”
“So what is it? Are you mad at me?” Amelia presses.
“No.”
“Did you finally realize that I’m capable of checking my own food?” Grey huffs out a laugh, and I see Amelia’s frustration growing. “Grey,” she exclaims, exasperated.
Oliver decides to put her out of her misery. “Grey arranged for us to have a peanut-free cafeteria at Elysium. He went as far as basically blackmailing the management to erase all nuts in the food here.”
Amelia’s jaw drops. “You did that?”
Grey shrugs, trying to play it cool. “Not a big deal.”
But it was.
Oh, it definitely was.
It almost killed him to do that favor for the CEO’s daughter, hacking into her school’s grade system to help her pass her finals. He hated every second of it, but he did it anyway.
For her.
Because that’s what we’d do for this woman. All three of us.
We’d move mountains, drain our bank accounts, and risk everything we’ve worked for over the past five years just to keep her safe and happy.
Amelia stands, determination in her eyes, as she makes her way to Grey. She pushes his chair back and settles herself on hislap, wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Leaning in until their foreheads touch, she whispers, just loud enough for me to hear, “Thank you for keeping me safe.”
Damn.
Those words have to be like catnip to Grey, and I have to bite back a smirk as I watch him freeze. He takes a deep breath, his voice low and husky as he responds, “You’re welcome, Princess,” before capturing her lips in a kiss.
I notice a few people watching them, including Amelia’s boss, whose gaze makes me feel uneasy. But as I turn back to see Grey and Amelia still lost in their kiss, I smile to myself.
Let’s give them something to talk about, indeed.
TWENTY
