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“You did?” I ask Monty.

He nods. “I did. Wanted to know anything I could about you. First it was through social media — which you’ve got to be more careful with, Princess — and then it turned to moments shared with you. I spend a lot of brain power and memory on work stuff. Writing down the details of you helped me remember. Plus, I could always look at my notebook when you weren’t around to help with missing you.”

I swoon at the confession. Even Daddy makes a noise to say he agrees with my sentiment.

“Enough talking,” I demand. “It’s time to go shopping. Then we’re coming back, and I’m ravishing you both.”

“Can we just skip to the last part?” Monty asks, his hands on my ass gently squeezing and kneading my cheeks.

Shaking my head, I turn to Daddy. “Tell him we have to do the shopping first!”

“Actually, I recall needing to wash something so you’d have clothes to wear to do said shopping.”

“Nope. I’ll go commando. I want to get the shopping done first so we can spend the rest of the day in bed together.”

The pair analyze my words for a moment before Monty huffs and says, “Yeah, you’re right. It sounds better.”

I clap my hands together. “Excellent! Now everyone get moving. We have to be out of the door in ten minutes.”

Rushing off the bed, I stride to the closet. Behind me I hear Daddy mutter, “Since when is he the Dom in our relationship?”

Monty is quick to reply. “If it’s shopping related, he’s the boss. Those are the rules, Daddy.”

There’s more of a back-and-forth exchange I tune out. No need to listen when there’s shopping to be done. Well, shopping and sex. It’s going to be a fantabulous day!!

CHAPTER 36

MICAH

Jett lies across the bed, his long body relaxed as sleep continues to hold to him. I stare unashamedly at his form. Not only is he gorgeous on the outside, but my boy is also just as beautiful within.

There are days I still can’t believe he’s mine. Days I wonder what I did in life to be so lucky as to have him by my side for all my days.

Of course, as it has lately, the thought brings me back to the one thing I’ve been dwelling on for weeks now: I want to ask Jett to marry me. I can’t imagine a better life than knowing he’s mine in all possible ways.

I’ve already started looking at rings and contemplating how to do the ceremony. It’s as if my brain is so sure he’ll say yes that we want to plan every detail out to ensure he doesn’t have to. The very last thing I want is for my boy to be overwhelmed by the choices a wedding brings.

Plus, it’s my literal job. The party planning aspect, anyway.

It’s nothing for me to come up with options for cake flavors, venues, and possible flower arrangements. While the task is inherently harder since this would be for myself, it’s still amillion times easier than it would be on my deeply analytical overthinking boy.

Pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, I whisper, “Love you, sweet boy,” before leaving him be. I need to get to the boutique to see where things are at right now.

Ever since my trip to Vegas to handle the anniversary party turned vow renewal for Sundae’s parents, I’m consistently behind on work. Not in a way that makes it obvious to others. Danny is the only person who would know since he’s my employee and sees me every day. Then again, he’s been picking up the slack despite all the time he spent with my brother during his healing.

The first time I realized my coworker and friend was now dating my brother, I had a mix of confusion and anger. It wasn’t betrayal or anything. Rather, I couldn’t understand how I didn’t see what should have been completely obvious to me.

Danny always talked about sports as if they were his religion. He constantly encouraged me to know more about our local team. Bellport had more than enough options for me to be picky if I wanted to, he’d told me.

In the end, it was my brother’s insistence I come see him in action that broke through my reserve. Without the two of them sitting on my shoulders like some kind of conscious beings come to life, I’d have never found Jett. I’d still be alone, obsessing over work every minute of the day.

Instead, I have an employee who is more manager than not and a boy I get to spoil all the time. The reality of this thought stays with me the entire way to work. I analyze each piece of it to a ridiculous level.

Why didn’t I see this before? Was I really so blind?

As soon as I walk through the front door, Danny’s bright smile greets me. “Good morning, boss! Ready to make some dreams come true?”

“Always,” I reply with my normal greeting. My tone is obviously a bit stiff because the smile on his face drops away.

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