I step around him but keep my hold on his hand. “We’re going to be here, too. If you’ll have us.”
“What are you saying?”
“I love you.” Now it’s my turn to tug on Broderick’s hand, pulling him closer. “We both care so much about you. Ten months was never going to be enough for us. The three of us work. Together. As a throuple. We don’t work as well in pairs.”
“But…”
“She’s right,” Broderick cuts in. “About all of it. I won’t inform on the Raiders to you, but the Amazon’s secrets are safe with me, too. I give you my word. I don’t want any of that shit, Bride. I just want you.” He smiles at me. “Both of you.”
“Are you sure?” she whispers. “You have to be sure. If you do this while I’m queen, there’s no going back. We can’t be on-again, off-again. It has to be all or nothing.”
“Then we choose all.”
“We choose you,” I say.
He holds out his empty hand. “Will you choose us, too?”
She doesn’t hesitate. She practically throws herself into our arms. “Of course I choose you. How could I not? I love you.” She hugs us so tightly, she steals my breath. Fitting, that.
Monroe has been stealing my breath since the moment we met.
She grins at us, her expression relaxing into something truly happy. “If you’re absolutely sure, then now would be an excellent time to name both of you Consort.”
“Just like that?” Broderick looks almost shocked. “Won’t we have access to quite a bit of information under those titles?”
“Yes.” She presses her lips together. “But you’ve given your word that you won’t use it against me. I…love you. I trust you. Both of you.”
I cup her jaw and kiss her, careful of the lipstick. “In that case, Consort sounds like it would look good on both of us.”