Page 205 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

This is fine. Everything is terrible.

Gabe answers first. “Yes.”

No hesitation. No attempt to dodge. Just yes.

The room somehow feels quieter afterward.

Marcus blinks once, clearly surprised by the directness. “Oh,” he says. “Okay then.”

Julian smirks. Xander says nothing.

Marcus recovers quickly. “So, you’re all involved with Willow romantically?”

Again?

“Yes,” Gabe says calmly.

I stare at him.

Sir. Could you not?

Marcus looks openly fascinated now. “And everyone’s aware of this arrangement?”

Julian bursts out laughing. “Arrangement sounds weirdly corporate.”

“You’re sitting next to a man who alphabetizes whiskey,” Marcus replies, nodding toward Gabe.

“That was one time⁠—”

“Three times,” Julian corrects.

Marcus looks thrilled. “This is incredible.”

“It really isn’t,” I mutter from the couch.

Unfortunately the camera picks it up.

Marcus swivels toward me. “There she is.”

Every camera in the room swings toward me, too.

Traitors.

“How are you handling all this attention, Willow?”

Poorly. Violently. With stress eating and emotional instability.

I force a tight smile. “I’d rather fight a bear.”

Marcus nearly chokes laughing. “Oh, you really don’t like this.”

“I work in a diner.”

“You worked in a diner,” Julian corrects softly.

The words hit strangely, because technically, he’s right. I haven’t worked there in weeks. I haven’t been able to, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my old life in a lot of ways.

My chest tightens unexpectedly.