Page 50 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

“Or on the roof,” Jordan says, taking the last sip of his beer. “I’ve seen you go up there before, and I’ve seen you and Hannah creep up there like you’re trying to keep it a secret. What is it with your attachment to the roof anyway? There isn’t even anything up there.”

I grab another piece of pizza and kick my feet up on the coffee table. “I’ve always liked it. I used to sneak up there when I was a kid and the brownstone was filled with all those strangers Cece used to befriend.”

“Seriously?” Cooper asks. “How did we never know that?”

“Not every part of my life belongs to you.”

“True,” Elliot says, contemplative tone in his voice. “But most of them do. You’re kind of an open book.”

I consider that, and then my brain goes straight to the big secret I’ve been keeping from them.

The one that involves being a husband and having a wife and the ring currently sitting in its regular place in my pocket.

Fuck, I really want to tell them that. “Usually, but I kind of liked that the roof was only mine, and now it’s mine and Hannah’s.

The first time we really talked a few months ago was up on the roof, and now it’s kind of like our place. ” I shrug. “It’s special.”

“It’s nice that you have that,” Cooper says, voice quiet. “That you have her. I know you’ve liked her for a long time.”

“Since the night at the bar after Allie died,” I say in a rush, before I can stop myself.

In unison, all three of my brothers turn to look at me, questions in their eyes.

“That’s the first time I met her. After that day, I was never able to get her out of my mind.

I can’t explain it. It’s not like I fell in love at first sight or anything, but something about her just, like, called to me or something.

It feels weird to say, and I still don’t entirely understand it, but it’s like this was a long time coming. Hannah and me.”

Jordan studies me. “Cece is too big a part of our lives for us to be people who dismiss those kinds of feelings. The kind where you just know. Look at El.” Jordan gestures to Elliot.

“He spent five hours on a plane with Amelia and knew she was the one, even though he didn’t think he would ever see her again. Some things are just unexplainable.”

“He’s right,” Elliot says. “Cece once told me that the heart always knows, and it’s the lucky people who listen. I never thought I believed in that shit, but then I met Amelia.” His entire expression softens when he says her name. “No one on this earth can tell me she wasn’t meant to be mine.”

“And I can’t explain why I was in Hallie and Ben’s backyard the night I talked to Jo for the first time.

Why I went and sat down next to her and ate Fireballs and listened to her point out constellations wrong when I had spent the two entire years before avoiding people.

Some things just are, and it’s not for us to try and logic around them or explain them away. ”

“I don’t want to explain it away or try to logic it to death,” I say quietly. “I just want her, and I want us to have everything.”

“She’s not ready yet.” Cooper doesn’t phrase it like a question, but I answer it anyway.

“Not quite yet. But she’s closer than she ever has been before. I think she wants to stay. To make Boston her home with Jo and Amelia and, I hope, with me.” Fuck, I really hope she wants to make her home with me.

Jordan nudges me with his elbow. “If it makes you feel better, Jo thinks she does too. Jo’s solidly team Noah and Hannah.”

I grin at him. “What else does Jo say? ”

Jordan raises his eyebrow. “You mean does she pass me notes in study hall to give to you?”

I laugh, my entire body light. I’m surrounded by my brothers, and Jordan is less than twenty-four hours away from marrying the love of his life.

I’ve got my girl, and one way or another, we’re going to be endgame.

She might not be quite as sure, but I’m sure enough for both of us, and that’s enough for now. More than enough.

It’s a good day to be Noah Wyles.

“Jesus, look at you,” Cooper snarks, lobbing a pillow at me. “Your expression couldn’t be more lovesick if you tried.”

I shrug, grinning. “What can I say? I’m face first in love with her. It is what it is.”

Cooper sighs. “I guess you guys better go get your girls then.”

“Fuck yes.” I jump up, grabbing a piece of pizza for the road, ready to get my arms around Hannah as soon as humanly possible. “Let’s go. You coming for the ride, Coop?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll pass on being the spectator to your outrageous displays of love. I’ve got work to do anyway.”

I study him. “You know, it’s pretty convenient that we each fell in love, one right after the other. If the logic holds, one might even say that your time is coming.”

Cooper rolls his eyes. “Now you’re really channeling Cece.”

Elliot stands and grabs the car keys. “She’s spooky as fuck and she’s never wrong. Better watch your back, Coop.”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Cooper asks, kicking back on the couch and eyeing me, Jordan, and Elliot, now all standing in a row.

“Yeah, we do,” Jordan says shoving both of us towards the door. “We’re out. Catch you at the alter, Coop.”

“Shit, Jord. You’re getting married tomorrow,” I say, bumping my shoulder with his.

The grin he gives me is wide and dazzling and hits me right in the chest. And with my brothers by my side, we head out to get our girls.