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Big things like our relationship however…
“What’s in the thermos?” I asked.
“Hot chocolate of course,” said Brock. “Plus…”
He turned to Valerio, who held up about eight or ten little bottles of liquor fanned out between his knuckles. “Mixers,” he added.
“After we get the tree, we’re going to drive around looking at Christmas lights,” said Brock.
“And then to eat something,” Valerio added, rubbing his stomach.
Now my whole face lit up, to match my eyes. “For real?”
“What, you think we’d make something like this up?” Kade laughed.
“After a year of being with the three of you?” I folded my arms. “Yeah.”
Now it was their turn to laugh, as they ushered me through the door. It was snowy but not windy. Crisp, but not cold. The perfect weather to pick out a Christmas tree. Only this year I’d be doing it with three men who loved me, rather than all by myself.
“Is there rum in any of those bottles?” I asked Valerio.
“Yes ma’am.”
“This just might be my favorite day.”
The truck was already running by the time we ducked into it. The heat washing over me from the vents was warm and wonderful.
“You say that just about every day,” Kade pointed out.
“So?”
“So they can’tallbe favorites.”
I squeezed his thigh, then pulled him in for a very promising kiss. After ten long seconds of taking his breath away, I let our lips slowly drift apart.
“Think later on could be your favorite night?” I asked, batting my eyelashes.
He swallowed dryly. “Um. Maybe, yeah.”
I squeezed him again, this time even higher up. “There you go.”
A year. A whole year of happiness, of love, of living and thriving together as a team. A year of expanding my influence in the art world, and of making a name for myself. A year of building a life, and quite possibly an enduring future, with the men I loved.
“Think we could eatbeforewe looked at Christmas lights?” I asked. “Because if I start spiking hot chocolate on an empty stomach…”
Brock flashed his blue eyes at me in the rear-view mirror. I could see his grin already.
“So you’re saying we could get you all sauced up in the back seat?”
“Oh definitely,” I told him. “I’m actually counting on it.”
“And then what else happens in the back seat?” Valerio grinned.
I poked his seat, before leaning forward between them. “If we get a big enough tree, it’ll cover most of the windows. And then I’ll show you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
