Page 246 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

Gabe watches us over the rim of his drink with that softer expression he gets around her now. Xander, too.

Willow eventually gives in enough to sway along with me, laughing while I spin her dramatically across the hardwood floors. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

“I tolerate it.”

“Same thing.”

The song changes again.

Then somehow Gabe gets dragged into it.

Then Xander.

And all four of us are half dancing, half arguing in the middle of the lounge while Daisy barks, deeply concerned about our collective mental stability.

It’s chaos.

The best kind.

Eventually, we collapse back onto the couches breathless and overheated, which is when Willow makes the mistake of throwing a throw pillow at me.

I launch the pillow directly back at her face.

Madness erupts instantly.

Willow shrieks. Gabe actually laughs out loud. Xander catches a pillow one-handed.

Then, we’re all in a full-scale pillow fight. We’re deeply dysfunctional teenagers.

Feathers explode everywhere after I get overenthusiastic and accidentally rips one open.

Daisy loses her mind completely.

At one point Gabe gets hit hard enough in the face that he just stops, staring into the middle distance.

I’m laughing so hard my ribs hurt.

And maybe it’s the whiskey. Or the adrenaline. Or the fact that Willow looks happier right now than she has in weeks.

But the thought hits me so clearly I can’t ignore it anymore.

I look around the room.

At Gabe.

At Xander.

At her.

Home.

The realization lands.

Before I can overthink it, I look at Willow and say, “Move in with us.”

Willow blinks at me from across the couch, feathers stuck in her hair. “Julian⁠—”