Page 96 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

“I have a life,” I tell him.

“Debatable.”

“Wow.”

“More important than coming to see us?” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. “I doubt it.”

I look away first, because absolutely not.

“Is this dinner,” I say, glancing between them, “or did I walk into something where you all stare at me until I confess to crimes I didn’t commit?”

Julian snorts behind me.

Gabe shakes his head. “It’s dinner.”

“Good. I was worried I’d have to prepare a statement.”

“You look like you already did,” Julian declares.

“I like to stay ready.”

“Clearly.”

I roll my eyes and move toward the table before this turns into more.

The table’s set. Plates, glasses, food that looks like someone cooked it on purpose instead of ordering too much and calling it a day.

I pause. “Who made this?”

Julian raises a hand. “You’re welcome.”

“I haven’t eaten it yet.”

“Have a little faith.”

“I don’t know you well enough for that.”

Julian rolls his eyes. “That feels personal.”

“It is.”

He grins like I just proved his point.

I sit, because standing there feels like a mistake. Sitting makes this feel more real, and leaving now would be noticeable.

They sit as I pick up my fork, take a bite, and pause.

“Okay,” I say. “This is actually good.”

Julian leans back, satisfied. “I know.”

“I didn’t say great.”

He winks. “You meant it, though. Underneath the surface.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”