“Don’t be.” I nod toward the folding chairs. “Sit.”
“This better be good.”
I lean against the bench with my arms crossed, trying to figure out the best way to say it. Then I give up.“Haven’s moving in.”
He blinks. “Like… into your house?”
“Yeah.”
“With both of… you?”
“Yep.”
He just stares at me for a moment, then nods slowly, like he’s waiting for the punchline that never comes. “So, let me get this straight. You’re officially entering the throuple domestic era? Wait, how does it even work with you two, is there dicks touc—”
Tate, still at his workbench, grunts. “Fucking yuck, don’t finish that sentence.”
Hunter points a lazy finger at him. “You’re not denying it though.”
“I’m just not labeling it with weird bullshit.”
Hunter turns back to me. “So you’re serious.”
“As a heart attack,” I say. “No more weekend bags. Just… life. Together.”
He lets out a long breath, nodding. “Damn.”
I raise a brow. “That a good damn or a bad damn?”
“That’s ayou grew the fuck up when I wasn’t lookingdamn.”
Tate mutters, “Miracle of the year.”
Hunter grins. “Hey, I’m proud of you, dude. Even if this ends with all of you in couples therapy because one of you can’t figure out how to load the dishwasher.”
“I load it just fine,” I protest.
“You put cups on the bottom rack,” Tate says without even looking up.
“I was in a hurry, and that was one time.”
Hunter snorts and slaps my shoulder. “Nah, man. I’m happy for you. For all of you. Just make sure she knows what she’s getting into.”
“She does,” I say, smiling now. “And she still said yes.”
“Then that’s all that matters.”
He heads for the door, but not before tossing a look back at Tate. “If you leave knives in the couch cushions again when I house sit, I’m staging an intervention.”
“No promises,” Tate deadpans.
The house is quiet. Tate’s door is shut, the hall lights are off, and for once, the usual static of stream notifications and controller clicks isn’t echoing through the walls.
I’m in bed with my phone resting on my chest, and a photo of Haven open on the screen.
It’s not even a scandalous one. Just her smiling in a hoodie. My thumbs hover over the screen, then I finally type.
Me:Is it normal to miss someone this bad after less than a week?
