Page 91 of Stick Around,

“All of it.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “Well, except for us.”

I leaned into him, remembering those early days when we were still figuring out boundaries and schedules and whose turn it was to make coffee in the morning. We’d never once doubted what we all had. “It’s a miracle we’ve only had three major fights, and one of those was about whether a quesadilla counts as a sandwich.”

“It doesn’t.”

“It absolutely does, but we can rehash that particular argument later, preferably naked.” I looked at the man who’d gone from grumpy skeptic to one of my three pillars. “Are you happy, Enzo?”

His eyes softened as he looked at me. “Happier than I ever thought possible.”

The next two hours passed in a blur of introductions, tours, and proud moments watching people explore the space we’d poured our hearts into. The mayor stopped by for a ceremonial ribbon cutting. Local reporters took photos. Kellan charmed his way through interviews while Reid quietly ensured everything ran smoothly behind the scenes. Enzo fielded technical questions about the facility, his expertise evident in every detailed explanation.

And me? I bounced between all three of them, filling gaps, answering questions, and occasionally stealing private moments with each man when nobody was looking. A quick hand squeeze with Reid. A wink from Kellan across the room. A brush of fingers with Enzo as we passed each other.

After the last guest had departed and we’d cleaned up the remnants of the celebration, we walked to the fence line along the stables, watching the sun dip below the hills. My heart felt full as I stood there sandwiched between Reid and Kellan, with Enzo’s steady presence behind me completing our circle.

“We did it,” I whispered, not wanting to break the peaceful moment.

Reid nodded, the barest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You did it. This place needed you.”

A surge of emotion threatened to overwhelm me. Here I was, standing on the threshold of a life I’d never dared imagine, with three men who loved me in their own unique ways, a career that blended my passion for teaching with my newfound love of ranch life, and a home that was more right than anywhere I’d ever been.

Reid reached for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. Kellan’s arm tightened around my waist, and Enzo rested his chin on my shoulder.

This was home.