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“Right back at you,” Milo told me.

I gave them one of my classic winks, then Milo led me away, while Nico headed on up the staircase.

31

~Caterina~

I was struggling to take everything in as I stood in my new room freshly showered with a luxurious black towel wrapped around me.

There was a lot to unpack.

Literally.

There were cases upon cases in the far corner of the room just outside the intricately carved white double doors that led into a walk-in closet.

Clothes, lingerie, toiletries, jewelry, knickknacks for the bedroom—candles, decorative pillows, wall art and ornaments—and God knew what else filled them to the brim.

The bed was a massive four-poster thing with turquoise jeweled drapes, the sheets also the same color, the pillows a beautiful silver.

The boys had really gone to great lengths to make me feel comfortable.

And deeply cherished.

I’d never known anything like it.

To say it had touched me didn’t even begin to cover it.

I had to wipe away the tears in my eyes as emotion threatened to take me over.

A musical knock on the door fortunately pulled me back from the edge and I spun toward it, calling out, “Come on in!”

A rattle sounded.

Then I heard Nico’s voice rumbling, “It’s locked.”

I’d automatically done that. I smiled to myself. I knew his skill set well, and he had the means to easily pick it. Not to mention, if Milo was with him, he could just force the door open regardless of the lock, anyway.

Instead, though, they were being considerate of my privacy and wanting me to feel secure.

I crossed to the door and unlocked it, then opened it wide to see all three of them standing there.

All three of them half-naked at the threshold.

Well, then.

Heat pooled in my belly at the sight of them and the clear suggestion there.

One I was all for.

Nico was at the front in just a pair of black boxers.

Milo was just behind him in his crimson ones, and Julian was right beside him with his go-to blue. Quite a colorful display.

As if the wealth of hot-as-sin tattoos between them, Julian’s nipple hoops, and the hooded looks in all their eyes weren’t already creating one hell of a sexy display as it was.

“Hey,wife,”Nico said with a smirk.

I grinned. “Hey. When did you get back?”

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