Luc’s mouth drops wide open. “Fucking hell, Sylvan. That brain of yours is something else.”
My shock morphs into a sharp laugh I can’t hold back. “Aren’t you… you know… saving it.”
“Forwho?” Sylvan turns to his packmates, brows set in a deep arch. “I need help. I don’t understand.”
“We’re not saving it, Revea. You didn’tforceyourself in here.” Kaiden’s voice is stern, urging me to listen. “There were several places I could have taken you. We discussed the options before I went to the hotel, and this is where we decided. All of us.”
“Oh.” I pull in my lips, not quite sure what to say next. “Okay. Right.”
They decided to bring me here. It wasn’t a last-minute decision. They want me here in their gorgeous home with their beautiful, untouched nest.
“Thank you for… clearing that up,” I say, throat suddenly dry.
Sylvan’s head turns left and right before settling on me. “Is that a yes to fucking in the nest—”
Luc’s hand is over Sylvan’s mouth, muffling him as he smiles at me. “Did you need to say anything else, Revea?”
“Erm, yeah. Just one more thing.” I smile back, waiting until Luc’s hand has freed Sylvan. “I’m going into the salon tomorrow.”
“Why?” Val scowls, arms crossed.
“Because I’m not hiding or running away from this. I’m not going to be a coward. I’m facing it and using it.” I stand, and all their eyes track me. “And if... if you’re not put off by everything that’s happened these last few days, I’d really appreciate having you by my side.”
“Where else would we be?” Sylvan says with a frown.
Like the suggestion of anything else is ludicrous. Then he holds out a sleek, black phone.
“This is yours. I’ve given your new number to your brothers. They said they’d circulate it to those who need it.”
“Our head of PR, Lyana, will handle your emails and social media,” Val adds. “She’ll filter out important messages and send them to the new email on that phone.”
“Our lawyers have secured intellectual property rights to the footage,” Kaiden continues. “Any station that uses it without permission will be fined. You’ll be compensated for the ones who already have.”
I blink at them. “Wow. Okay.” I nod. “Thank you… That’s… You’ve done all that already?”
Luc shrugs, flashing me a crooked grin. “What can we say? We’re efficient when we’re motivated. And right now, we’reverymotivated.”
A small smile tugs at my lips. “Well, thank you. But what shouldI be doing?”
Luc stands, closing the space between us. “PR said you can leave everything to them or make a short statement. Nothing dramatic. A post thanking people, clarifying a few facts. But the only thing wereallyneed you to do…” He lowers his voice, hands slipping around my waist. “…is to tell me what your favourite takeaway is.”
I laugh softly. “Hitting me with a really hard question.”
“Mm.” He smiles, pulling me closer. “Say the wrong thing, and we might have to reconsider kicking you out.”
I gasp dramatically.
“No, we won’t,” Sylvan cuts in immediately, frown deepening as he stands.
Luc sighs. “It’s a joke, Syl.”
“Maybe not after what I say,” I murmur, very aware of four sets of eyes on me. “Italian.”
Luc grins. “Can we share the pasta like those two dogs?”
I tilt my head. “Is that all you want to share?” His grin slips as my hands slide up his chest. “Because you’ve already shared your house. Your security. Your lawyers—”
“You,” Sylvan starts, his voice lowering, gaze darkening. “We’d like to share you.”
