Page 136 of Power Shift

I move down the first two steps and pause, waiting for Ronan’s answer.

“You know I am.”

Jasper hums, and from my new spot, I can watch as he moves around the kitchen, gathering cooking supplies. “He deserves the time with her.”

Landon’s shirtless, in a pair of low-riding plaid pyjama pants that expose most of the V leading to his groin as he leans back against the fridge. I swear, they’re purposefully trying to get my heat to come. He’s so good-looking that it’s a crime in and of itself, but add in his half-nakedness, and I’m drooling.

Ronan’s no better. Yes, he did put a shirt on this morning, but it’s torn at the shoulders and sleeveless, so really, does that count? The flex of his biceps as he stands on the opposite side of the kitchen and watches Jasper try to mix pancake batter is straight-up arm porn.

“The sooner we’re all in this together, the better it will be,” Jasper says.

Landon scratches the back of his arm. “Yeah, I know.”

“Are the pancakes supposed to be celebratory, then?” Ronan asks.

Jasper dumps the powder pancake mix into a giant silver bowl and reaches for the milk he’s set beside it. “Maybe a bit. I’m just trying to impress her and show that we’re willing to put the effort in. We’re already behind. If it weren’t for Dash last night, we wouldn’t have had a chance to get her things into the nest without her noticing.”

“Best idea Landon’s had in months,” Ronan mutters.

It’s such a small tidbit of information, but it’s incredibly important to me. I move down another two steps.

Landon rests his head against the fridge and watches Jasper use a whisk in the bowl. “We have to talk to her about what she wants to do with her furniture. There’s room for it here.”

“We can leave it there,” I say, announcing my presence.

All three of them whip their heads in my direction and smile. Or, well, Ronan smirks, more like. I’ve still got to get a big grin out of him.

“Good morning, love,” Jasper drawls.

I hop down the remaining stairs and try not to expose my excitement by running to them. “Good morning.”

“How did you sleep?” Landon asks, his voice deepening slightly.

Flicking my eyes between each of them, I bite my lip and plant my hands on the far side of the island. They watch me closely, like they’re scared if they look away for even a second, I’ll disappear.

I could get used to being watched like this. Like I’m the thing they cherish most in the world.

“With those soft sheets I love so much, it was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. Maybe the new pink colour helped some too.”

Jasper’s cheeks burn a deep pink while his smile grows. “You like the shade?”

“It’s my favourite.”

“Thank fuck. Now he can stop being so nervous,” Ronan says.

Jasper glares at him. “Ronan.”

“We didn’t swear secrecy.”

Landon pushes away from the fridge and takes the two steps it takes to reach me. I crane my head back to meet his eyes and release a soft, happy sigh.

“Do you like chocolate chips in your pancakes, Haven?”

“As long as they aren’t white chocolate chips. I’ve got a horror story from my childhood about those.”

He gathers me in his arms and cups my face, tilting it back before kissing me. I shut my eyes and reach for him, holding him even tighter than he’s holding me and pulling him close. His skin burns beneath my fingers, so hot and hard.

When the kiss ends, our mouths linger, and as he speaks, they nearly fuse together again.

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