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Pink immediately floods Callie’s cheeks. “It’s not hard per se.” Aspen’s pillow thwacks her in the head and Callie giggles. “Okay, okay. It’s a lot but oh my god, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I love those guys.”
Warmth fills my chest thinking about how far she and the Williams brothers have come. Not too long ago she swore she’d never forgive them and now she’s three dick deep. “Who hurts the most in your ass?”
“Oh my god.” Callie groans and covers her face with the pillow. “Knox.”
Aspen snaps in approval. “Okay, Knox with the BDE.”
Laughing, I raise my Corona. “Here’s to big dick energy.”
Callie peeks out from behind the pillow. “Can we talk about something else? Like how you’re living with Matt’s three hot best friends?”
Heat crawls up my neck like a rash. “It’s not like that. They’re being nice because I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Uh huh.” Callie sets down the pillow, eyes narrowing. “And how exactly are they being nice?”
I take a large gulp of my drink, stalling while my best friends stare at me expectantly. Crap. I’m not getting out of this without telling them something. “They cooked for me. Made sure I had non-dairy coffee creamer. Normal host stuff.”
“They cooked for you?” Aspen’s voice rises in excitement. “Like, all three of them? Together?”
“Yeah. They made dinner. A few times actually.”
“Holy shit.” Callie straightens, gaze laser focused on me. “Was the food dairy-free too?”
Why does that question feel like a trap? “Uh, yeah.”
Both of my friends shriek so loud I’m surprised the neighbors don’t call the cops.
“Lily!” Aspen practically bounces off the couch. “Those boys are courting you!”
“They are not courting me.” The word makes me laugh despite the embarrassment. “Who says courting anymore?” She watches way too much Bridgerton.
“Whatever you want to call it, they’re into you.”
“They’re not,” I protest with a hard shake of my head.
“They cooked for you?” Aspen asks.
“Yes.” Is she not listening?
“They got you non-dairy stuff specifically because of your intolerance?” Callie asks.
“Yes, but they were just being nice.”
“Uh-huh. Sure thing, cupcake. Tell me, how many times have you caught one of them checking you out?”
I avert my attention. “A few times,” I confess, face on fire now. In my head, I can deny the obvious, but god, when I say it all out loud? Hudson, Cole, and Gage like me.
“They totally like you.” Callie leans forward, face bright with mischief. “The question is, are you into them?”
My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. What am I supposed to say? That Cole looks at me like he wants to devour me? Or how Hudson’s dimples make my knees weak? Or that Gage’s quiet strength makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced?
“They’re Matt’s friends,” I finally manage.
“So?” Both women say it simultaneously.
“So it’s complicated.”
“Bullshit.” Callie waves her hand dismissively. “Matt’s an asshole who treated you like garbage.”
