“Hell yes. Looking like a badass.”
“A sunburned idiot.” Holden winks at me.
“And I take care of everything. They were pretty disappointed though.” He nudges Holden. “Losing a stud like you.”
We all laugh and I feel lighter. This feels right. I sigh and glance around before I lean forward on the table. “I love all of you. Even when I’m pissy. Even when I’m upset. I love you all. That doesn’t change.”
“Thanks, sweets.” Gunner rubs the back of his neck “And you know there’s no one else. It doesn’t matter who flirts. It doesn’t matter what they offer. I don’t want it and I know the guys don’t either.”
They nod and Roman rubs my back as Holden squeezes my hand. I nod. “I wish we had a double king and could all sleep together.”
“Look, I don’t know what Roman’s told you, but I don’t cuddle.” Gunner huffs. “Desert in winter doesn’t count.”
“That was an awkward morning.” Roman nods.
“I have a picture.” Nick winks at me.
“You said you burned it!” Gunner hisses.
Nick shrugs. “I lied.”
We keep playing around until people start heading back to their rooms. Roman rubs down the back of my neck. “I think we should have a … relaxed night.”
“Ah, everyone in their own rooms?” Gunner asks.
“That’s for the best.” Holden clearly doesn’t like it though.
“We have a pull-out bed. Wouldn’t it be easier if we all slept in the same room?” I insist. “I mean you guys have to get up and be ready and Nick is going to show me the magic of painting landscapes.” I push.
Roman tugs some of the baby hairs that curl on the nape of my neck and kisses the shell of my ear. “It’s been a very long day, Bambina. I know as soon as your head hits the pillow you’re going to be out.”
“So?” I pout.
“Aww.” Nick pouts back at me. “Behave … until the reception.”
“And watch your voices.” Holden glances up. “People are walking by. We’re almost done. One more day.”
“One more fucking day.” Gunner growls.
I glance at Roman and he shrugs. We’ve talked about it. Haven’t I shown it? That I love him just as much as Roman. I love them all. For different reasons, in different ways, but I love them.
I lean to Holden and whisper in his ear. “Tell Gunner that he can drink as much as he wants tomorrow as long as he can get it up.”
Holden chuckles. “I don’t think it will sound as good coming from me.”
I wave my hand to him anyway. He whispers in Gunner’s ear and he spews whiskey out of his nose. He coughs and fans himself. “Damn it. Give me some warning.”
I giggle and Roman laughs, full-on laughs. It breaks Nick. He sputters and shakes his head. He helps Gunner to the bar to get some napkins and clean him up. I rub Holden’s knee. “I bet Nick could help design a kick-ass paint job for your prosthetic.”
“That’s a good idea.” Holden rubs his jaw, then smiles at me. “Anything we need to talk about?”
“You and I are going to the next sponsors party. No more copping out and no more using your masculine wiles against me.”
He rolls his eyes but nods. Roman shakes his head and tries to cover my ears. “Make demands, Hold. You remember how to do that. It’s a trade.”
“Hey!” I complain.
“You can only wear bunny pajamas for three days.” Holden points at me.