Page 247 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

“I’m serious.”

Her expression softens.

I sit forward, feeling more exposed than I have in years despite the fact I’m literally holding a decorative pillow as a shield.

“You’re already here most of the time,” I say. “And when you’re not, the whole place feels…” I gesture vaguely, “wrong.”

Xander watches me carefully but doesn’t interrupt.

“You belong here, Willow.”

Her throat moves when she swallows.

“I know all this is insane,” I continue. “And messy. And probably deeply concerning from an outside perspective.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Gabe mutters.

“But when it’s just us?” I glance around the room. “When it’s this?” My chest tightens unexpectedly, because this matters. More than I ever planned for anything to matter again. “I don’t want you leaving anymore.”

Gabe sets his drink down carefully. “Neither do I.”

Willow looks at him. Then at Xander.

He holds her gaze for a long moment before speaking.

“You already have a place here,” he says roughly. “If you want it.”

Willow laughs softly under her breath, shaking her head once. I’m sure she can’t believe this is her life now. “A few months ago,” she says, “I was yelling at you guys over coffee.”

“You still yell at us over coffee,” I point out.

“Fair.”

She looks around the room again. At all of us. At the absolute disaster of feathers and whiskey glasses and half-empty snacks covering the lounge. At Daisy asleep upside down beside the couch. At the life we somehow built accidentally.

She smiles.

“Okay,” she says softly. “I’ll move in.”

The happiness that explodes through the room after that feels louder than any crowd I’ve ever played for.

FORTY-SEVEN

Willow

For about ten full seconds after I agree to move in, absolute madness breaks out.

Julian actually whoops loud enough to scare Daisy off the couch.

Gabe laughs under his breath and rubs a hand over his face like he’s trying not to look too pleased with himself, which fails completely because his entire expression softens in a way that makes my stomach flip over.

And Xander just stares at me. Like he’s trying to make sure he heard me correctly.

“Well,” Julian announces dramatically, pointing at me from across the lounge, “this is legally binding now. You can’t take it back.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how moving works.”

“Too late. Gabe already mentally reorganized closet space.”