Page 58 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

“Agree to disagree.”

Gabe sighs behind me, but I can hear the shift in it. Not resistance, more recalculating. He’s already deciding how this could work, how to keep it controlled.

Xander doesn’t say anything at all. He just moves.

Which tells me everything I need to know.

Willow watches the three of us as if she’s witnessing a very specific kind of disaster unfold in real time. “You’re joking.”

I glance back at her, halfway to the door. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Yes.”

“That’s fair,” I admit. “But I’m still not joking.”

“You can’t just…” she gestures vaguely between us and the entire house, trying to encompass everything we represent in one frustrated motion, “decide to go somewhere and then just go. I’m going with my sister, Nina.”

“And there’s nothing stopping us from coming along. Unless you think your sister will hate us?”

She opens her mouth.

Stops.

Closes it again, then shrugs.

Gabe smiles. “We’ll follow your lead.”

Her eyes snap to him. “Really? Because I’m not exactly dressed for it.”

Gabe’s eyes light up. “But you look incredible.”

She blinks at him. That wasn’t the direction she expected the conversation to go in. It throws her off for half a second, just enough that I see it happen. And yeah, that’s useful.

“Don’t do that,” she says, narrowing her eyes, trying to decide if he’s being sincere or strategic.

Gabe doesn’t even hesitate. “Do what?”

“Deflect.”

“I’m not deflecting,” he says calmly. “You said you weren’t dressed for it. I disagreed.”

Willow exhales, clearly annoyed that it landed at all. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what’s the point?” I jump in.

She looks at me. “The point is…” She shakes her head, giving up. “Never mind. You’re all a nightmare.”

“I’ve been called worse,” I say.

“I don’t doubt that.”

Gabe shifts beside her, giving her space without stepping away entirely. “We’ll keep it low profile.”

“You say that like it’s a thing you know how to do.”

“It is.”

She looks unconvinced.