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Melony turned on her heels, a visible pep in her step as she bounced over to Enzo. Chelsea’s eyes ran up her long legs. She whistled.

“She single?”

“I think she has a girlfriend,” I said.

“Are they serious?”

I elbowed her. “Chelsea! Bad girl, down.”

She groaned. “It’s like she walked right out of my dreams.”

I shook my head. “Are you going to move boxes or daydream?”

“Daydream?”

My elbow collided with her side again. She hissed at me, but one glance from Melony made her scramble from the back of the truck. Chelsea picked up a box, propped it onto her shoulder, and made her way to the apartment.

I shook my head. “Show off.”

“Shhh!”

We carried the boxes in while Melony and Enzo broke off to the guest room. It was the one place that wasn’t stuffed full of boxes. I navigated a few stacks. Penelope meowed at me from his spot on the wall perch Enzo had built for him. I reached up, scratched between his fluffy ears, and kept going up the stairs.

Smoke filled the air. I waved a hand through it, narrowing my eyes at Giancarlo and Benito. Both of them paused, blowing smoke out of the window and looking as if they were kids who had been caught sneaking into the cookie jar.

“I thought you two were helping,” I said as I put a box down.

“Busted.” Gin grinned, walking over to throw an arm around my neck. “We’re having a smoke break. Want one?”

I peeled his arm off. “Nope. I’ll be out of breath. And don’t let Enzo see you touching me.”

“Right. I keep forgetting he’s crazy these days.” Gin laughed. “We’re practically brothers now. He’ll have to get over it.”

“Don’t start shit,” Benito warned his brother. “I’m not cleaning up anyone’s blood.”

Gin threw his hands up. “Nobody knows how to have any fun around here.”

“We clearly have very different definitions of fun.” I shoved Chelsea’s box on top. She made herself scarce, not used to Benito’s withering gazes. It still got to me sometimes, but I felt safe because of Enzo. “I think we’re almost done.”

Benito grunted. “And you’re sure this is the right decision for you two?”

I nodded, meeting his gaze head-on. “Yeah. I love him. I don’t want to be anywhere else but with him.”

Giancarlo awwed. “You two are disgusting together.”

“Now you sound like Chelsea.” I grinned.

He grinned right back. “Don’t break my brother’s fucking heart, or I’ll rip yours out while you watch.”

Cold shot through me. I blinked. Giancarlo was still smiling, looking just as carefree and laid back as before. Did I make that up? Did he actually say that?

“I feel the same way,” Benito added, and I knew I hadn’t misheard a damn thing. “What do you plan to do now? I don’t want another freeloader bringing him down.”

“Enzo and I have talked about things. When he’s feeling one hundred percent, and I’m not having nightmares of my partner’s head being turned into a red pulp, I’ll look into school again. I’ll find something I want to do.”

“Sorry about that,” Gin said. “We might have anger issues.”

“Might?”