“It was tense, but it didn’t feel like a dangerous situation.” Wyatt reaches across the table and takes my hand in his. “More like a board meeting.”
“My father’s men wouldn’t have allowed them in with weapons.” Finn sets his fork down and picks up his glass of wine before leaning back in his chair and taking a sip. “The only one armed in that room was Roger. My father made sure of it.”
My eyebrows rise at that.
Finn smirks behind the rim of the glass. “Dad knew Roger needed to feel comfortable. And having Roger armed made us feel more comfortable and Alexander’s team feel less so. So win-win.”
I shake my head. “I’m glad I wasn’t there. My heart probably couldn’t have handled it.”
“You take a lot, princess.” Drew winks. “You would have behaved beautifully.”
My cheeks heat and I glance at the door to the basement. It’s times like these Tom tends to come into the room. But he’s probably resting downstairs.
All the posturing in the world doesn’t negate Tom getting shot. I was shot at. I don’t know that I’ve fully processed everything. It’s not like I left the house today or since we got back from the hospital.
I need to ask Hope about her therapist. The break-in, the kidnapping, the shots fired. The guys will be here for me for whatever I need, but...
“I’m going to look into therapy.”
The guys had moved on to discussing other things while I was thinking. Now they all look at me.
“Whatever you need, pip.” Dante slides his hand onto my thigh under the table and squeezes it gently. “If you need time off to deal with it, we’ll make it work.”
I smile and place my hand on his. “I need my internship. After watching Hope go through her kidnapping, I just want to get ahead of it. Even though I’ve got you guys, I’ll need help processing what happened.”
“If you don’t have someone in mind, I might know someone.” Drew meets my gaze steadily. “A family friend. Deals with a lot of PTSD cases.”
“Thanks.” I reach out to take his hand. “Hope has been seeing someone who’s really good. I’m going to see if I can get an appointment with her. If that doesn’t work out, I’ll check out your person.”
Drew lifts my knuckles to his mouth and kisses them softly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to take care of you, princess.”
“How do we know this is going to work?” The words come from nowhere. “I mean, I love all of you and want to stay with you, but what happens in the real world? What happens when we aren’t going from crisis to crisis?”
What happens when you don’t want me anymore?
“Pip.” Dante captures my chin with his fingers and turns my face up to his. Those blue eyes search mine and I know he’s seeing my fear. “We’ll do this one day at a time. It most likely won’t be smooth sailing, but every relationship needs work to keep it strong.”
Finn leans in. “None of us have been in a relationship before—"
“Speak for yourself.” Drew smirks.
“A real relationship.” Finn rolls his eyes. “And we’re going to be doing it with shared time. But you’re worth it. Whatever it takes to make this work.”
I glance at Wyatt and he nods. “We’re all in, trouble. There’s no backing out now.”
Wyatt
Sara sits in the center of my bed in her pajamas with her knees up and her arms wrapped around them. Her red hair falls around her shoulders as she watches me perform my nightly routine.
“Are you going to get bored of me?”
“So many negative thoughts, trouble.” I shake my head and turn off the bathroom light, closing the door softly behind me. “Where’s all this worry coming from?”
As I approach her, she unfurls, opening herself up to me. Her long legs stretch out in front of her, while her arms fall behind her to hold her up. How many nights did I imagine this? Sara waiting in my bed for me. A nymph, waiting for my touch.
“With everything falling into place, it just seems like there should be more obstacles in our way.”
I sit down on the edge of the bed and pat the space beside me.