“The support in this room is overwhelming,” Trey deadpans.
“Support?” Sam laughs. “Things have to be real bad for you to need our support. Just know… if that happens, night or day…”
He grins.
“Our phones will be on airplane mode.” Chace cuts in.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
“Trust Trey to fall for the first hot girl with daddy issues.” Sam teases.
“She’s a unicorn,” Chace beams.
“You guys are never meeting her,” Trey growls. “Only Mac.”
And just like that, we’re back to the beginning.
I glance at the guys—my brothers, not by blood but by everything that counts.
“You sure about this?” I ask.
Chace nods. “No question.”
Sam grins. “Just bring her back with that smile of hers.”
The laughter fades slowly. Like a candle burning low. What’s left behind is softer—something unspoken but thick in the air.
Chace stretches out on the couch, arms behind his head. Sam leans in the doorway, quiet now. Trey rinses his bowl in the sink, his cocky grin dulled around the edges.
I clear my throat. “Thanks for not making me do this alone.”
Three sets of eyes lift to mine. Different shades. Different scars. Same loyalty.
Same love.
Sam pushes off the frame and nudges my shoulder. “You’d do it for any of us. Hell, you have.”
Chace nods. “Besides, if we left you alone with all that unresolved sexual tension, you’d combust.”
I smirk. “That supposed to be your way of saying you care?”
He shrugs. “I’m emotionally repressed. Let me have this.”
Trey dries his hands and walks over, slower than usual. He stops in front of me, green eyes shadowed by something heavier than he lets on.
“You ever think about how we all ended up here?” he asks. “Like… this exact moment?”
“Yeah,” I say. “More than you’d think.”
“Then you know this isn’t just about Mac,” Trey says, softer. “It’s about all of us. Getting home. Whatever that looks like now.”
I swallow, throat suddenly tight. “Yeah. I do.”
Trey claps my shoulder, firm. “Then let’s go home, man.”
For a second, no one says anything.
