Page 221 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

Gabe speaks last. “I’ve been trying not to say it first.”

Well. There it is.

Three emotionally damaged idiots sharing one catastrophic realization.

I slide down against the wall, staring at the ugly hotel carpet while my heart pounds harder than it should. “So, what now?”

“For starters,” Gabe says, “we stop pretending this is temporary.”

“And after that?” I ask.

“We talk to her,” Xander says.

Yeah.

That sounds terrifying, actually.

FORTY-ONE

Willow

Something has changed.

I know this because all three of them are behaving suspiciously.

And by suspiciously, I mean Julian keeps grinning at me like he knows a secret. Gabe has reorganized the kitchen island twice in ten minutes. And Xander has been staring at me with the intensity of a man about to either confess his love or start a war.

Frankly, neither option feels safe for me.

We got back from Minneapolis late last night, and ever since then the atmosphere inside the compound has felt… strange.

I’m halfway through making coffee when Julian appears beside me and steals a strawberry directly off my plate.

“Excuse you,” I say.

He grins and leans against the counter while Daisy circles his legs hopefully.

Across the kitchen, Gabe looks up from his laptop. “Can we sit down for a minute?”

Instant panic. My brain cycles through every possible disaster scenario.

The label’s collapsing. They regret everything. They’ve discovered I’m secretly annoying.

I set my mug down. “That sounds scary.”

Julian winces. “Okay, yeah, bad opening.”

“Historically awful opening,” I agree.

Xander steps closer, then.

I genuinely need him to stop looking like that when I’m already unstable.

His eyes meet mine. “We just want to talk.”

Which somehow feels even more intense coming from him, because Xander doesn’t “just” anything.

I glance between the three of them. “You’re all being weird.”