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“You know that shit don’t cut it with Sin. He looked up this location, saw y’all hadn’t moved from the cliff in hours and assumed the worst.”

Before Romeo could retort, Lorenzo’s eyes locked on his chest and a smile stretched his lips. “Is that my hoodie?”

He fingered the fabric covering Romeo’s shoulder and his smile broadened. “I knew you loved me. You should wear my clothes more often. They look good on you,” he added with a sly smirk, looking Romeo up and down.

“Yo, Enzo, I swear to?—”

“Who wants to go to breakfast?” Sincere interjected, lacing his fingers through mine.

Romeo diverted his attention from glaring at Lorenzo to look at us with the beginnings of a frown.

My eyes ping ponged between the three men I loved and giddiness filled my chest.

“Fine,” Lorenzo conceded. “We’ll go to breakfast and then back home to talk. We clearly have a lot of catching up to do.”

I didn’t miss the hint of hurt in his voice when he said that, but he quickly masked it by giving me a wink.

We were gonna be okay. I just needed to tell them how I felt and stick around long enough to hear their response.

“The Sleeping Owl is the only place open right now,” I shared, staring at the sky. From the sun’s perch, I knew it couldn’t have been later than seven a.m., and Bliss Peak was too sleepy of a town for anything substantial to open before ten.

Sincere nodded, wrapping me in another hug before he muttered, “Then The Sleeping Owl it is.”

“I leftfor two weeks and everything went up in flames,” I joked, even though a pinch of tension tightened in my chest.

Goldyn smiled awkwardly and my husband barely registered my words.

If Sincere could find a way to be in Goldyn’s skin right now, he would be. He hadn’t stopped touching her since we found her with Romeo at the overlook this morning.

After breakfast, we came home and straight to my office. It was just the three of us, because Romeo said we needed the privacy, and I tried to think of the best way to break the ice.

Even though Goldyn had been with us nonstop for the past month and a half, it felt like we’d entered new territory and I didn’t want to fuck this up.

Sincere’s lips stamped loving kisses along the inside of her wrist, reminding me of that first day when we asked her to be ours. So much had changed since then.Everythinghad changed since then.

We’d both fallen in love with her and couldn’t see our life moving forward without her in it.

“I think I should go first,” Goldyn started, looking from me to Sincere and back again. “This has been bothering me for weeks and I need to get it off my chest.”

Sincere stopped kissing her and I sat up straighter, expecting the worst to fall from her lips.

“I don’t think I can keep doing this with you two, feeling how I feel. I’m already too deep and I know what I agreed to, but I didn’t expect it to get this real for me this fast. Apparently, I can’t do casual. Not when the people are as great as you. And I’m tired of hurting my own feelings imagining the day I have to leave. So…” Her eyes flitted back and forth, the uncertainty in her tone amplified in the amber depths.

“Goldyn.” Sincere and I spoke at the same time, but I nodded, giving him the floor because the emotion tangled in my throat was making it hard to form anything other than her name.

“Love, we don’t want you to leave. That’s what we were going to talk to you about before you left.”

“You were?”

Sincere squeezed her hand, his eyes piercing and intense. “Yes. We were waiting for Lorenzo to get back from his business trip so we could tell you together. We’ve known for a while we didn’t want you to leave. But we didn’t expect his trip to last as long as it did or you would’ve known before it got to the point of you running away from us.”

Goldyn’s mouth dropped open. “Oh.”

“Goldyn, I’m in love with you,” he confessed, voice thick. “I can’t imagine ever going back to the way things were before you showed up. And we don’t want to. Right, Enzo?”

“Right. We can’t do this without you. We need you.”

“It was never supposed to be three months,” Sincere confessed, rubbing his nose along the column of her neck before his lips followed the path.