Page 129 of They Are Mine

Yet.

Chapter Nineteen

Juliet

Noah and Orion are still up when I walk in.

I’m buzzing. Still high from dinner with Elliot.

Everything about him was deliberate.

The way he held his fork. The way he read while eating. The way he indulged, but on his own terms. Tonight he had a crème brûlée for dessert.

I wonder what I will make him the first time I cook for him. Something classic, nothing childish. A single scoop of bourbon vanilla gelato? A perfectly plated dark chocolate torte with fresh raspberries? Yes. That one. Because he would never settle for store-bought crap.

I know he’s going to be a sir.

And I have always wanted one of them.

Noah catches my mood instantly. His eyes sweep over me, concerned but patient. Soft.

Orion? He kisses my forehead, solid, steady, grounding.

God, I love them.

But I don’t let them stew in worry. No point now. Not when I’m sure.

“You’re not going to believe what I’ve found,” I say, practically beaming.

Noah exhales long and slow. “Another?”

Orion just frowns, like he’s waiting for the catch.

I grin. “It was love at first sight, just like with you two. But he’s so different, you’re going to love him.”

Orion gives me a look like I’ve just said something confusing.

I place my hand on his chest, soothing, reassuring. “Don’t worry,” I murmur, tracing small circles over his heartbeat. “Not soon. This part takes time. And you’ll be ready by the time he is. I just know it.”

Orion’s brow furrows. “This part?”

Noah chuckles.

Sweet boy.

“Yeah,” Noah says, throwing Orion a knowing look. “The note-taking. The making sure the bastard doesn’t stand a chance when she jumps him.”

I laugh.

Noah knows me so well now.

“Who is it?” Orion asks, still trying to catch up.

“A therapist,” I say, unable to contain my delight. “Older than us. So refined. Thoughtful. That’s really all I know right now.”

I pause.

Then grin.

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