"We won't let it get too late," Atlas said. "Frost, didn't you go and look at a place?"
"I did," Frost said, suddenly looking cagey.
Storm stopped placing burgers on plates, his spatula held in the air. "Did you make an offer?"
Frost cleared his throat. "I might have. And… It might have been accepted. And… Settled.Surprise." He grinned around the room, batting his eyelashes.
"When were you planning on telling me about this?" Storm demanded.
"When the time was right." Frost met his gaze, unflinching. "Apparently that time is right now. So sue me. I liked the place and figured sooner or later we'd need it. I know you like living here, but?—"
"Fuck that." Storm scooped up the final burger and placed it on a plate. "I want Chelsea safe. That matters more than which four walls we're living under. When can we move in?"
Jay sighed softly.
Atlas lightly placed a hand on his shoulder. "Lucky we didn't throw the packing boxes away yet."
"Yeah," Jay said with another sigh. "I know it's the right thing to do, but I hate moving."
"We'll all help," Frost said. "It'll be done before you know it. And you know what, I don't think any of us would mind if you sat out. Right?" He looked around at us.
"Of course not," I said. "Whatever you need."
"I'm not sitting out," Jay said. "You'll put my stuff in the wrong place."
"Then we'll help you put it in the right place," Frost said. "You can pick your room, if you want. Whichever one makes you feel the most at home."
Jay slid him a grateful smile. "That'd be awesome. I don't mean to be a pain in the ass."
I pushed myself off the couch and moved to his side. "You arenota pain in the ass. You deserve to be happy, like the rest ofus. If you need things a certain way, then that's how they'll be. Okay?"
He turned his smile on me. "Okay, thank you." He lightly kissed my mouth.
"I need to share a room with Chelsea," Dallas said, having followed me to the kitchen.
"I think we all need that." Storm started handing out plates.
I took one and started to pile vegetables beside my burger. Everything looked and smelled delicious. I loved that they all seemed to enjoy cooking and no one minded jumping in to help. Otherwise, preparing food for seven people could become a major pain in the rear.
"Luckily, the primary bedroom is big enough for a massive bed," Frost said. "We can all share if we want to and if we don't, we have room to have our own time. It's perfect, you'll see."
Chapter Five
Chelsea
"Is that the last box?"I placed it down beside the others and rubbed my back.
We'd spent the last week moving. Between that, work, games and watching our backs, we were busy. Specifically, the guys moved while watching my back. I'd spent a lot of the time unpacking, but they couldn't stop me from helping with the last load of boxes. This move was because of me. It was only right I pitched in.
"Yep." Jay placed the last box beside mine. Both of them were marked as ‘kitchen.’ One with glassware, another the contents of the junk drawer from Storm's apartment. "I guess that means we're in." He grabbed a knife and sliced the packing tape off the top of the glassware box.
"More or less," I agreed. "What do you think about this place?" We hadn't had much time to talk for the last couple of days. I felt as though we'd only seen each other in passing.
He shrugged and handed me the knife so I could open the other box. "It's a lot."
"Too much?" I carefully worked the knife through the tape, as though it was a scalpel and the box was a patient.
"Sometimes." He started to pull out the glasses one by one and place them in the cabinet. "But you've been amazing. Supportive, you know?"
