Without a word, she pushed herself off of Hutch and crawled down to the end, reversing her position on the bed.
Sawyer opened his arms to her and she settled her head on his chest and stretched out her legs between Cam and Hutch.
“Are you okay?” Sawyer murmured against her hair.
Oh yeah, she was more than okay. Life didn’t get any better than this. When she looked up, Hutch and Cam both stared back at her. Cam cupped his hand over her leg and rubbed up and down in a gentle motion.
“We weren’t too hard on you?” Cam asked.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks. “You gave me exactly what I wanted,” she whispered.
Sawyer ran his hand through her hair, and then kissed the top of her head. She turned so that she could see him as well.
“You didn’t hurt me, Sawyer. I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but I swear if you pull away from me again, I won’t be responsible for the injuries you incur.”
He chuckled and dropped another kiss on her forehead. His lips lingered for a long moment, and he stroked a finger lightly over her cheek.
“Whose job is it to feed me today?” she asked. “I need to talk to all of you, but I’m not going to do it naked or with you naked, because you distract me.”
Hutch grinned. “I’ll feed you, baby.”
She quickly shook her head. “No. I’ll cook. I don’t want you hurting your wrists.”
She could swear that Cam paled. Hutch placed his hand on her knee. “No offense, baby, but you and cooking don’t exactly get along. Plus, I’m fine. Just a little raw, but it doesn’t affect my fingers.”
She gazed doubtfully at him.
“I’ll go down and help him, Reggie,” Cam offered. “Anything to keep you out of the kitchen.”
She glared at him and nudged him in the chest with her foot. He grinned and captured her foot, pressing a kiss to her toes.
“Guess that means you get a shower with me,” Sawyer said. “There are advantages to not being able to cook worth a shit.”
Cam rolled his eyes and then crawled off the bed.
Despite the lightness of their moods, Regina could still sense the strain, their hesitancy. They were worried. Even after last night.
Suddenly she couldn’t wait to talk to them, to tell them how much she loved them. Food could wait. This couldn’t.
“I don’t want breakfast, after all,” she said.
Hutch lifted one brow in shock. Sawyer’s hand froze on her shoulder, and Cam stopped on his way to pick up his clothing.
“Ah hell, I knew she had a head injury,” Hutch muttered. “I never should have let her talk us out of taking her to the hospital.”
She laughed and planted her foot in his chest. She pushed out of Sawyer’s arms and rolled to the edge of the bed.
“You’ve got ten minutes to get dressed and meet me downstairs. Living room.”
Without waiting for their reaction, she darted for the bathroom to take a quick shower. When she stepped out a few minutes later, the room was empty.
Nervous excitement ran circles through her chest as she pulled on her clothes. This was huge. This was the rest of her life.
A year ago, she would have never imagined that she’d be taking a step like this, but she felt completely at peace with her decision.
She loved Cam, Sawyer and Hutch. Always had. They’d been hers since they were children. Their friendship, their bond, had only strengthened over the years and had taken the next logical step from simple friendship to physical intimacy and deep love.
She all but flew down the steps, her muscles quivering with anticipation. When she rounded the stairs into the living room, all three men were there.
